the old year

fades and disappears–

what will the

new year bring?

just like all the other years:

more of everything

–photo 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

when we try

every morning

to cross the

rocky way,

the beasts come without warning–

searching for their prey

photo by me

the scarecrow

quit his post today;

now crows are

in the grain–

some folks say he ran away

looking for a brain

–photo by me

i look in

the woods with caution

to see what

i can see

and every so often

it looks back at me

–photo by me

it’s not so

much about what is

in the woods

on my walk–

what’s important to me is

that the world is not

–photo by me