Tag: poetry

squirrel talk

hear ye, hear ye,

denizens of the forest:

i’ve called you all here

on this september day

to announce that now

is the time to make ready

for the oncoming winter.

i’m pleased to tell you that

the other squirrels and i

have finished gathering

the acorns, and are ready

to hibernate very soon.

but many of you won’t

have a place to stay

or even food to eat

in the dreadful cold.

some of you will die.

it’s the way of the woods;

it’s what makes us strong.

yes, some won’t make it,

but for the rest of us:

may we meet again

on the other side for

another glorious summer!

goodnight to you all,

my friends of the forest.

–photo by me

september dream

i dreamed of

a flock of geese

flying up from

a burning field.

there was a breeze

from the north,

and the geese

were flying south.

like many dreams,

it seems to have

two meanings:

the first is that

winter is coming.

the second is a far

deeper insight–

but let’s just go

with the first.

–photo/art by me

on my walk

i thought i saw

a mummy’s head

hanging from a tree,

but it was just

a hornets nest–

the biggest one i’ve seen.

i’m kind to all

the living things

i find along my walk,

but i don’t know

if these are home–

and i don’t think i’ll knock.

–photo by me