
i would be sick to death
of another winter’s day
but nature’s frosty breath
still takes mine away
–photo by me

i would be sick to death
of another winter’s day
but nature’s frosty breath
still takes mine away
–photo by me

A bipolar bear named Rene
is merrily manic in May
But then by late autumn
She sinks to rock bottom
And sleeps the whole winter away.
–photo by me

in the dead of winter
on the coldest nights
the dead can be seen
rising from the deep
to suckle at nature’s
low-hanging fingers
–photo/art by me

we sure love horses–
and with their spirits broken,
horses love us too
–photo by me

trees are made
mostly from the air
with the aid
of sunlight
science is real magic–
the magic of trees
–photo by me

mamas miss their fawns
when distracted drivers don’t–
wheeling thru the wilds
–photo by me

O blabbermouth squirrel
I come to your world
For wildlife photos,
But you won’t have that;
Your chatter, in essence,
Announces my presence–
They say you’re a rodent,
And I smell a rat.
–Photo by me

there’s gold in the heart
that he wears on his sleeve,
and silver on his tongue,
serenading endlessly:
conk-la-ree! conk-la-ree!
(is there no one for me?)
–photo by me

Out here in the deep forest, the all-afternoon snow has finally stopped, but now it’s starting to get dark, and we still have a way to go to get back to the car. I can see some kind of dark figure coming into view in the trees just ahead. I pray it’s not a bear cub at this late hour.
Yes, I can see now that it definitely IS a bear cub rolling around on a tree limb! I can feel my old fear knocking at the door; a bear cub means a–wait a minute! It’s January! The bear are all taking their extended naps this time of year.
I look again, and now I can see it’s just an ol’ porcupine, quietly minding his own business and feasting on tree bark. I am relieved!
* * *
in the dark of night
our fears readily offer
to fill in the blanks
–Photo by me

Nature often paints
acrylic landscapes beneath
watercolor skies
–Photo by me