
…and where do
old geese git to die?
ain’t neither
seen a one
come a-fallin’ from the sky
nor et by the sun.
–photo by me

…and where do
old geese git to die?
ain’t neither
seen a one
come a-fallin’ from the sky
nor et by the sun.
–photo by me

at christmas,
the new snow made me
so inspired
and cheery,
but now, in the spring, it’s more
like tired and weary

–photos by me

I took this photo of a snowy owl in North Dakota two years ago, and I’m posting it today because I just heard that the big snowy hanging around the Sax-Zim bog near here went to that great tundra in the sky a few days ago. Apparently, he was sitting on the railroad tracks and zoning out as snowy owls do (see photo above), and the feathers flew. Sad, and I was hoping to get a shot of him. Anyway, it made me think of this silly shadorma:
they say that
birds are dinosaurs;
that’s true in
most respects,
but who’d you invite to lunch–
t-bird or t-rex?
–photo by me

though winter’s
kept its snail’s pace
and seems to
never end,
today the sun warmed my face–
i’m alive again!
–photo by me

i step out
at dawn and i know
that i’m a
lucky guy
to live in a smaller town
with a bigger sky
–photo by me

i’m walking
down a lonely shore
the trees are
rimed with frost
it somehow makes me feel sad
and a little lost
–photo by me

the old year
fades and disappears–
what will the
new year bring?
just like all the other years:
more of everything
–photo by me

it had snowed
once in november,
yet all that
snow would go,
and now here in december–
our second first snow!

–photos by me

we old folks
live from day to day,
determined
not to die–
tho the sun has slipped away,
there’s fire in the sky
–photo by me

in winter,
rocky point provides
a lesson
for us all:
though ice threatens on all sides,
her flag still stands tall
–photo by me