at dawn we watched the sunrise
splashing colors on the day
and when we got too hot
we swam the afternoon away
at dusk we danced in meadows
flecked with flashing fireflies
while zephyrs whispered secrets
under hazy azure skies
at night we told tall tales
as we sat beneath the stars
you were the goddess venus
and I the man from mars
–Photo by me
the shows are dazzling
with all-star casts each night on
the galactic plane
–photo by me
“Dads are the most ordinary men turned by love into heroes…”
–Pam Brown
–Photo by me, at Grandma’s Marathon in Duluth, MN
slightly tattered wings
grace a butterfly in my
slightly tattered world
imperfection is the key
to the door of creation
–photo by me
dark trees ferment in forests deep
and stand in silent semi-sleep
with roots entangled underground
like secrets that we keep
and thus adjoined they won’t betray
the web of roots they hide away
but made of wood and not of stone
they all will fall one day
–photo by me
me and the old dog
on the porch doing nothing
but remembering–
remembering, that is,
how to be happy again
