my indigo child
would go places i
wouldn’t
she always did things
the other kids
couldn’t
and she knew of things
that a young child
shouldn’t
my beautiful
indigo child
–photo/art by me
Tag: poetry
limerick 28
a white rainbow formed in a squall
so i gave mother nature a call
she said her new printer
will default to winter
when colors run out in the fall
–photo by me
sweet sundown
i savor
the flavor
of butterscotch skies
with brown sugar clouds
in a buttery blend
i stir up
the syrup
my finger held high
and slide the sun down
as another day ends
–photo by me
haiku 95
the cold dark pines
cradle a golden nest of
precious morning light
–photo by me
haiku 94
the deepest secrets
of the cosmos are written
in every stone
I found this stone on one of my constitutionals into the Superior National Forest. It almost seems as though it has a message encoded in its structure, and for all I know, it might.
–Photo by me
favorable wind
the season had ended
the leaves had descended
and raking was planned
for the day
i got up before dawn
and was out on the lawn
when a favorable wind
came my way
for it blew the leaves high
in the blustery sky
and i never did rake
all the day
and i think it has been
a most favorable wind
but my neighbors don’t
see it that way
–photo by me
(orig. 11/18)
haiku 93
maples tell the pines
to roll out the thatched carpet
for winter draws nigh
–photo by me
Forest Temple
To some folks
It would seem
Oaks and maples
Reign supreme
In the great
Autumnal forest
Where their fiery
Colors scream,
But I will
Not besmirch
The poor poplar
Elm or birch–
Beneath their
Golden canopies
I feel like
I’m in church
–Photo by me
within
we walk down life’s path
hoping to find happiness–
but it’s not out there
it will never come to us
it can only come from us
–photo by me
thievin’ trees
the trees
have reached
into the sky
and stolen
fire from the sun
and soon the
consequences will
be felt
by everyone
–photo/art by me
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