
no one heeds
any roadside weeds
while driving
fifty-five,
but when you hike down the pike,
ditches come alive.
–photo by me

no one heeds
any roadside weeds
while driving
fifty-five,
but when you hike down the pike,
ditches come alive.
–photo by me

an eagle–
or, perhaps a drone
was circling
o’er my place,
so, when i looked up at him,
i smiled, just in case.
–photo by me

if there’s but
one kind of blossom
to be found
on my walk,
i hope it’ll be awesome,
abounding lilac
–photo by me

mountains look
like nosy neighbors
keeping watch
over men,
but the people, like pebbles,
are children to them
–photo by aaron

a frozen
creek may seem at first
as silent
as a book
but once the ice has melted
it’s a babbling brook
–photo by me

the gander
said to mother goose
that it was
time to go,
so they flew up north and found
nothing there but snow
–photo by me

i fancy
frozen rivers white
with snow from
shore to shore,
and if the sun’s warm and bright,
i like them e’en more
–photo by me

there is no
need for traffic cops
on forest
roads like these,
for out here, the traffic stops
are made by the trees
–photo by me

note to all:
due to the season’s
short days and
lack of light,
nature’s art will be seen in
mostly black and white
–photo by me

some folks think
that being ‘up-front’
is something
that they do
when they talk behind your back–
right in front of you
–photo by me