
a new morning breaks
the clouds are undone
the spirit awakes
our flight has begun
the dark of night ending,
we all are as one–
ascending and blending
into the sun
–photo by me

a new morning breaks
the clouds are undone
the spirit awakes
our flight has begun
the dark of night ending,
we all are as one–
ascending and blending
into the sun
–photo by me

we had crashed
on an alien world,
our ship was
beyond all repair,
and though we had
prayed for our rescue,
we knew we weren’t
going anywhere.
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long after we’d
made this our home,
a scouting ship
spotted our lair,
and though we had
prayed for our rescue,
we knew we weren’t
going anywhere.
–photo/art by me

upon the inspection
of his own reflection,
the gull was impressed
and called it perfection.
with no explanation,
he deserted his station
and followed his image
to an unknown location.
sometimes self-promotion’s
a powerful potion,
and soon the gull found
he was lost on the ocean.
–photo by me

I searched for our neighbor’s lost kittens
Named Luna, Sophia, and Mittens,
And finally located all three
Curled up at the base of a tree–
And as I was taking them home,
I thought up this whimsical poem.
–Photo by me

the whole day you’ve been on the go,
and you really just want to lay low,
but the lines someone said
are still stuck in your head,
and your all tangled up in them so.
i beg you to please call on me,
and i’ll give you my love tangle-free;
i’ll help you forget,
and we’ll watch the sun set
together–the way it should be.
–photo by me

starlight falls out of the skies
and settles in her upturned eyes
she peers into the jeweled vault
until the sun begins to rise
an amateur astronomer
she knows the moons of jupiter
orion’s belt and saturn’s rings
she loves the stars like i love her
i hope someday she’ll love me too
but i will not obstruct her view
or take the stars out of her eyes
my love for her is tried and true
–photo by me

autumn tumbles down
the ski slope like so many
falls to soon follow
–photo by me

we recovering
alcoholics are never
quite out of the woods–
sure, we can see the light now,
but it only shows more trees
–photo by me

what is it about the rain
that somehow seems
to soothe my pain?
the pitter-patter pelts impart
a certain solace to my heart.
now the plans
that i had made
are temporarily delayed,
but i don’t mind;
i won’t complain–
in fact, it feels
right as rain.
–photo by me

the stars would
stay hidden away
if it weren’t
for the night,
for each and every day
we’re blinded by light
–photo by me