God’s message about
your near-death experience:
Can you hear me now?
–Photo by my son, Aaron
Tag: poetry
Look Up
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.
summer
summer has come
people will do things
mothers will cry
–photo by me
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two-faced dragonflies–
they only hang around us
for our mosquitoes
–photo by me
Loon (haibun)
A loon’s eerie tremolo echoes across the crystal-clear waters of this old, abandoned mine pit. A diving bird, he’s just surfaced, and is eyeing me warily, but to fly requires a long run-way for take-off, so he’ll probably just dive underwater again, and pop up somewhere else. His mate doesn’t answer; she’s most likely diving for fish now.
The rocky ledges of these old mine pits provide the perfect habitat for nesting and breeding during the summer months. To top it off, the DNR stocks most of these pits with Rainbow Trout.
Apparently, he’s not as afraid of me as I thought, and he calls out to his mate again in that long, forlorn wail. This time, she answers.
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the tuxedoed loon–
in proper attire for
a banquet of fish
–Photo by me
Minnesota, Please!
Some folks have
Idyllic dreams
With grander
Oceanic themes,
Like sailing on
The open seas
Upon a balmy breeze.
But that is not
For me, it seems;
I love the inland
Lakes and streams,
Their verdant shores
So plush with trees–
Minnesota, please!
–Photo by me
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many young pine trees
appear to have serious
attitude problems
–photo by me
Wildflowers (haibun)
It’s quite a delight to suddenly stumble upon colorful wildflowers out here, deep in the forest. You come to expect them at home in your flower garden, but out here, they’re truly a pleasant surprise.
These wild Red Columbine’s fiery reds and yellows really stand out against the dark shadows cast by the evergreens, and are in stark contrast to the usual underbrush. It reminds me that sometimes beautiful things show up in unlikely places.
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careless with colors
nature spatters garden paint
across her canvas
–Photo by me
Right as Rain
What is it
About the rain
That somehow seems
To soothe my pain?
The pitter-patter
Pelts impart
A certain solace
To my heart.
Now the plans
That I had made
Are temporarily
Delayed,
But I don’t mind,
I won’t complain–
In fact, it feels
Right as rain.
–Photo by me
antsy ants (tanka)
female ants are queens,
soldiers, or tireless workers–
the male drones have sex.
it’s no wonder some females
make mountains out of molehills.
–photo by me
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