
There was a young turtle named Guy
Who didn’t climb logs to stay dry;
He’d perch on a log
Sticking out of the bog
Cuz he liked to pretend he could fly!
–Photo by me

There was a young turtle named Guy
Who didn’t climb logs to stay dry;
He’d perch on a log
Sticking out of the bog
Cuz he liked to pretend he could fly!
–Photo by me

A crow poses for me in the spotlight of the full moon.
–Photo by me

little ponds provide
lily pad parasols for
sunbathing sunfish
–photo by me

When the iron ore ran out,
The mine pit was abandoned,
And there it sat for years,
A gaping wound in the earth;
A world of rocks and dirt
And sheer cliffs of stone
Devoid of any sign of life–
Till Mother Nature moved in
And started redecorating.
She filled the great hole
With crystal clear water
And hung living wallpaper
Over the barren cliffs.
She turned it into a world
Of birds and rainbow trout;
Of beautiful, swaying trees
And plants of every kind.
She turned the dead pit
Into a living paradise.
–Photo by me

as of late
i meditate
when life
becomes a mess
i close my eyes
and visualize
the road
to happiness
to play this game
i have to name
the hills
i come upon
and then i try
to rectify
the problem
and move on
when at last
all hills are passed
and i have
found my way
sometimes i find
a little sign
saying
write a poem today
–photo by me

odd assortments of
faithful fans line the forest’s
carpeted runways
–photo by me

–photo by me

steel rails in moonlight
are sharper than
the edge of night
–photo by me

mouth of the river–
ever agape with wonder
at the open sea
–photo by me

the rolling river
bobs and weaves through solid stone–
and comes out unharmed
when we roll with the punches
we wear down the enemy
–photo by me