Tag: poetry

Another Day

I woke up this morning to the sound of steady rain on the roof and was disappointed because I had plans to tackle some outside chores I’d been putting off. I pulled out my untrusty laptop and started scrolling through the news, all the while hoping the rain would end so I could get out there. Well, the rain kept on and on, and it was making me feel anxious. At length, I found myself getting dressed and heading out the door; I did all the chores in the rain, and it was–wonderful!

another day breaks

and what will we do?

our desires are many;

our resources, few.

perhaps if we can

stop desiring to bend

the ways of the world

to our personal end,

we’d find ourselves free

to be satisfied

just being alive

and along for the ride.

–photo by me

run home, little sister

storm’s a comin’,

best be runnin’

home, little sister–

tell ma to take

the clothes down

off the line,

and pa should roll

the windows up

on the ’29;

have gramma check

the wireless to hear

what this’ll bring,

and grampa–well,

don’t tell that

ol’ coot anything.

–photo by me

wolf dream

i dreamed that wolves were chasing me

as through the woods i ran,

and when i couldn’t keep on going,

i turned to make my stand,

but now the wolves had disappeared

as far as i could see;

and standing there, i realized–

the only wolf was me!

–photos by me

Hypatia (archives)

O beautiful Hypatia

Of ancient Alexandria,

Prominent astronomer

And erudite philosopher,

They flayed your flesh

Down to your bones

With shattered shells

And sharpened stones;

The zealots thought

You blasphemed Christ,

And made you pay

An awful price.

The search for truth

Is often met

With violence

And tragic death.

–Image by A.I.

dancing with daisies

there are meadows

in the forests

ever shrouded

by the trees,

where fairies

dance with daisies

when there’s magic

in the breeze;

they gather

there in secret

with their wings

and auburn hair

to dance

among the daisies

when there’s magic

in the air

–AI Image

Shot of the Day 5/7/24

Finally, I got a shot of a Great Grey–the tallest owl in the world! I’ve been trying to capture one since I moved up here, almost 3 years ago. Oh, I’ve caught glimpses of him from time to time, but he blends into the grey of the trees so well, he’s practically invisible. Isn’t he a beauty!

with his fancy grey coat and bow tie,

you’d think he’s a good-natured guy;

but look at those cold eyes of gold

and the way he looks into your soul

–Photo by me (finally!)