
wee squirrel,
won’t you let me win
this game of
hide and seek?
all i want to do is pinch
your furry li’l cheek
–photo by me

wee squirrel,
won’t you let me win
this game of
hide and seek?
all i want to do is pinch
your furry li’l cheek
–photo by me

our earth’s own
changing sky, i think,
shows she has
feelings, too;
there are days she’s in the pink–
other days, she’s blue
–photo by me

she’s pretty,
all decked out in white,
although i
must confess–
there’s just no prettier sight
than her floral dress

–photos by me

i envy
those who hibernate,
not knowing
winter’s sting–
and to what do they awake?
lilacs in the spring!
–photo by me

a new day
arrives to banish
the demons
of the night–
how quickly they all vanish
in the morning light!
–photo by me

it’s often
my experience
that as i
shovel snow,
a large, treetop audience
gathers for the show
–photo by me

When the days
Are shorter in length,
The leaves have
Gone away,
And the sun has lost its strength,
Some folks lose their way
–Photo by me

thanksgiving
brings back memories
of living
on the farm
with bing crosby melodies
coming from the barn
–photo by me

dear hunter,
don’t spook the deer herds,
or else when
the day’s through,
there’ll be food for the birds,
but nothing for you

–photos by me

why first snow
is so alarming,
i’ll never
understand–
it makes my world a charming
winter wonderland
–photo by me