
the wolf moon
slowly rises–
a white bubble
in the black
molasses sky
of january
–photo by me

the wolf moon
slowly rises–
a white bubble
in the black
molasses sky
of january
–photo by me

a new day
arrives to banish
the demons
of the night–
how quickly they all vanish
in the morning light!
–photo by me

an old log cabin
nestled in the snowy woods–
certain peace of mind
–photo by me
in times of great social upheaval,
the battle between good and evil
is played out on myriad stages–
and so has it been thru the ages
.
and now, you must do what is right,
so take up your weapon and fight–
but if you hold sway over men,
choose not the sword, but the pen

stand firmly on the precipice
send out your light to the lost
be strong and weather the storm
be that beacon on solid rock
be like the lighthouse
–photo by me

there once was a bubbly, young girl
as bright as a bushy-tailed squirrel,
but her mate wouldn’t quit
telling her she was shit–
now she just wants to hide from the world
-photo by me

the moon and stars now flee before
the mighty sun’s great, flaming sword;
he thrusts it forth to pierce the night
and make way for the golden light
that may, someday, bring peace upon
all mankind–the golden dawn
photo by me

bosses’ pets often
find themselves looked down on with
unbridled contempt
–photo by me

a surreal cold
evergreens turn bitter blue
rubber crunching road
–photo by me

It’s so bright and sunny out here that it’s hard to believe there’s a whole other world just under the snow and ice– a world of nothing but cold and dark. In a way, it reminds me of us, with our own two sides.
A snowy blanket has two sides:
One that shows and one that hides;
The open side is bathed in light–
The other, though, is black as night
–Photo by me