
fresh black-eyed susans–
each wanting to tell her own
side of the story
–photo by me

fresh black-eyed susans–
each wanting to tell her own
side of the story
–photo by me

Come down
To the bar with me–
The air is cool
And drinks are free!
Come watch your
Worries disappear,
No shirt? No shoes?
No problem here!
It’s happy hour
Every day
Down at the perfect
Hide-away,
And if you still
Don’t feel free,
We’ll swim out
To the sea.
–Photo by me

–photo by me

a sun-kissed
morning mist
dances o’er
the creek
and makes
it all
so magical
enshrouded
in mystique
–photo by me

a songbird sings out–
and makes the weary world
seem all right again
–photo by me

there are nests built on poles of jack pine
where they suit mama ospreys just fine;
when their eggs start to hatch,
news is quickly dispatched
to their friends via telephone line.
–photo by me

we are drawn
to open waters,
our distant past
calling us back
–photo by me

a doe with two fawns
watches me so intensely–
putting them at risk
we focus on perceived threats
while blind to real danger
–photo by me

nature’s abstract art
on exhibit at the beach
in driftwood displays
–photo by me

a lake is liquid earth and sky
a mirror among the trees
greeting everyone by
waving in the breeze
–photo by me