
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

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

like our lakes,
when our lives are calm,
our secrets
are concealed,
but when a little wind blows,
our truths are revealed

–photos by me

when summer’s
haze is hanging o’er
the land it
seems to me
like i’m standing on the shore
of the deep blue sea
–photo by me

i wish there
was a waterfall
adjacent
to my home–
i’d be sleeping now instead
of writing this poem
–photo by me

O Facebook,
Here, our real world hides
Between two
Realms of fraud:
Other people in the pink
And our own facade.
–Photo by me