
ice tumbles downstream
in the dark river like spilled
whiskey on the rocks
–photo by me

ice tumbles downstream
in the dark river like spilled
whiskey on the rocks
–photo by me

when we encounter
obstacles to our growth,
we must be like trees–
either dig right into them
or find a way around them
–photo by me

Beyond our
Earthen carousel,
The stars,
In vast array,
Light up
Our cosmic carnival–
The twinkling
Milky Way.
The fairway
Teems with stars,
Perhaps
Five hundred
Billion strong;
Look up
And see the galaxy–
It’s open
All night long!
–Photo by son Aaron

A self-centered woodchuck named Ben
Stays aloof from his ex-girlfriend,
But if it’s time to mate,
He will not hesitate
To just let himself in to her den
–Photo by me

huge, fighting eagles
may leave prized feathers behind
i’ll come back–later
–photo by me
it
came out
of the east
and enveloped
our unwary world;
soon, misinformation
about the vaccination
inundated the world wide web,
precautions became politicized,
and over six million of us perished.
still, many of us got educated,
and most of us got vaccinated;
we kept up social distancing
and tolerated the mask.
now, i can only hope
it keeps declining,
and i pray that
covid will
soon be
gone.

whatever we’ve left
out on the lawn last fall now
comes back to haunt us
–photo by me

the first day of spring
has the trees of the forest
weeping with joy
–photo by me

docile deer
occupy the road
in peaceful
protest of
the human exploitation
of their deer trails
–photo by son aaron

old, abandoned barns
have old, forgotten secrets–
within and without
we may never know all that’s
buried behind the ol’ barn
–photo by me