there are three kinds of gold,
and they each have their worth:
there’s gold in the sky
and there’s gold in the earth,
but the third kind of gold’s
neither metal nor art–
it’s the kind you may find
in a heart
photos by me
gold
Tag: poetry
hunger moon
the natives called it the hunger moon
with winter in full swing;
today we call it the snow moon,
but it means the same thing,
for we all hunger in february–
we hunger for spring!
–double exposure by me
Skittles?
Every time I see a doe out this way, near Stephanie’s place, I wonder if it could be Skittles. After all, we never did find out if she perished in that blizzard last winter or just found her place with her own kind and never looked back. I want to call out her name to see if I get a reaction from any of them, but she probably wouldn’t recognize me anymore. I pray she’s okay.
skittles, did you ever find
your rightful place among your kind?
or did you fall beneath the snow
to be with mom? we’ll never know!
–Photos by me
dirt demons
dirt demons, attempting to flee,
got into the roots of a tree
and upward they heaved
toward the thin, porous leaves
in the hopes that they soon would be free,
but an angel stood fast in their way
and she ordered the demons to stay,
thus ending their spree
but half-way up the tree–
where they can be seen to this day.
–photo by me
Second Winter
It looks like our winter thaw is over; below-zero temps are in the forecast for later this week. I’m hoping that the colder temps will bring clearer skies, as it’s been greyer than Gandalf’s beard around here with all the fog and clouds. There’s been nothing to take photos of, especially now with all the migrating birds gone–so I have to get creative.
all in the same boat,
we appear to be heading
for second winter
–photo (double exposure) by me
snow shower frolic
snowflakes come swirling
as gentle winds blow
whirling and twirling
they sway to and fro
it’s all so entrancing
we let ourselves go
dancing and prancing
like ponies in snow
–photo by me
shot of the morning 2/6/24
there’s a mix-up at dawn
between skies and cars:
now the skies have paint
and the cars have stars
–photo by me
one by one
out of the light
of creation we come
walking into this world
one by one,
and when, to the end
of our journey we come,
we return to the light
one by one
–photo by me
City on the Lake
It is impossible to get a good picture of the city on the lake. If I zoom in, I can only see a small section of all the icehouses clearly; if I zoom out, they tend to disappear in the haze before I can get them all in. It’s somewhat like the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle: you can have one or the other, but not both. Unless you have a drone, that is, and I don’t.
only from a view above
could i directly take
an all-inclusive picture of
the city on the lake
–Photos by me
ancient astronauts (archives)
when we surveyed the planet earth
from deep in outer space
we found that she was giving birth
to you — the human race
and when we came down from above
to teach you right from wrong
and show you that the way of love
is how to get along
you said you needed to be free
to learn things on your own
and so we listened to your plea
and left you all alone
but then, alas, when we returned
we found, much to our horror
that what the human race had learned
was weaponry and war
so now we watch you from afar
and patiently we wait–
perhaps we’ll wish upon a star
while you decide your fate
–AI image
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