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

There’s a bench
I use for thinking,
Tucked neatly
In the trees,
Where chimes are always tinkling
Sweetly in the breeze
–Photo by me

the tipi
was the perfect home
for the proud
indian–
until white man sentenced him
to life on the rez
__________________

–photos by me

when night comes
to woodland meadows,
the dancing
wildflowers
cease their joyous gyrations
and tuck themselves in
–photo by me

writers’ minds
may hold the small seeds
of some great
ideas
and yet, they may find themselves
waiting for the wind
–photo by me