
the trees are decked in fine array
and brighten up a winter’s day
–photo by me

the trees are decked in fine array
and brighten up a winter’s day
–photo by me

a raven twists and
turns before the setting sun–
nature’s rorschach test
–photo by me

my wife
is in the closet
in an urn
for life
is no deposit,
no return
her soul,
in its divineness
had to go
and all
that’s left behind is
ash and woe
My loving wife and mother of three passed away unexpectedly
ten years ago, after thirty-five years together. The poem says
the rest. (I used B&W here, because that’s how I feel today.)
–Photo by Aaron

The length of a man’s
Last prayer might not express
Its sincerity
–Photo by me

witches tremble when
strangely colored mists roll in–
the great wizard nears!
witches know that spells do work,
but the great wizard knows why
–photo by me

I was shooting a mallard until
I lost footing and took quite a spill
And I don’t know why
The duck didn’t fly
But he had quite a smirk on his bill
–Photo by me

when space itself dreams
the worlds appear
and i know it seems
that you’re really here
but hold down your weeping
for we must adhere
to keeping it sleeping
or we’ll disappear
–photo by Aaron

It’s very nice out here in the woods today. I can’t believe how warm it is for January, and we really haven’t had that much snow, either.
I’m just strolling along, enjoying the day.
Beautiful, golden sunlight is filtering down through the trees ahead, and casting long thin shadows across the as-of-yet unspoiled road. I almost hate to walk down it, it’s so…untouched. But I hear approaching snowmobiles, and they’ll be certain to ruin the moment, anyway.
* * *
in the sun and snow
i feel like i’m walking
on soft, fluffy clouds

–photos by me

the four elements
meet up once again and pose
for a group photo
–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
(from 3 yrs ago)
–photo by me