
the earth turns her back
to the overbearing sun
for delicate art
turning away from the light
we may find a rare beauty

the earth turns her back
to the overbearing sun
for delicate art
turning away from the light
we may find a rare beauty

winter’s icy breath
paints the lake pure white above
and pitch black below
the two realms, like life and death,
only a thin sheet apart
–photo by me

out here in the woods
I wonder if I’m just part
of a multiverse
for all I know, a train could
be thundering by right now
–photo of me by my son, Aaron

this moment between
past and future is as thin
as an idea
yet it holds no less than the
entire universe at once

she stands so solid
on bricks and rock in the sun
yet it’s a facade
her true form shows in a storm
a guiding angel of light
–photo by me

unkempt widowers
are like abandoned highways
overgrown with weeds
when a man’s soulmate is gone
there is no reason to shave
–photo by me

when immovable
obstacles obscure our view
of peaceful waters
we must chip away at them
until they’re sandy beaches
–photo by me

some blushing beauties
only get to see the world
through a barbed-wire fence
a jealous man turns a gift
into a soul-crushing curse
–photo by me

local folk once feared
that open-pit mining would
scar their pristine land
but the wounds healed nicely
with the help of nature’s hand
–photo by me

wildfire smoke races
across the face of the sun
ancient alarms sound
high, fast-moving fumes summon
our deepest of primal fears
–photo by me