lilac sky

final dawn art

i had a dream

of lilac skies

above a ruby lake

when suddenly

it dawned on me

that i was not awake


at length the thought

occurred to me

that maybe i could fly–

without ado

away i flew

into the lilac sky


–photo by me

Spring Shots


It’s finally time for the deer to lose their shaggy winter coats. The healthiest ones molt first. Some scientists say that there’s a secondary molting in the fall, but not all agree. Perhaps they’re just splitting hairs!


Cross-country skiers keep their trails pruned well, making perfect paths in the spring to explore the deep woods.


Common Merganser ducks, sometimes called “sawbills” because of their serrated bills, are regular visitors to our little lake. Here, a male skirts the last of the ice with his little harem.


We also get the occasional swan, almost always in pairs.


A gull keeps a wary eye on a foreign intruder. These Canadian honkers are everywhere as they make a pit-stop on their journey north.


The ubiquitous bunnies have finally turned brown, and now blend in well with their environment, making them a little safer from predators.


Pussy Willows have always been an harbinger of Spring, and no collection of spring pics would be complete without them.


Finally, I had to add this shot as it is truly the essence of Spring–new green sprouts pushing up through the old dead layer of brown leaves.


–Photos by me



our little mid-western

town was truly blessed

the day she was born

she had a rare beauty

inside as well as out

she was so ravishing

that the other girls

weren’t even jealous

it was beyond that

she made them proud

to be a friend of hers

proud that their gender

had produced such

an exquisite creature

her radiant smile

could reach right out

and cure any illness

every single person

that she had ever met

instantly loved her

hearts ached for her

shy boys would run off

when she floated by

her angelic radiance

enveloped our town

and everything thrived

but the day came when

she had to move away

out west to california

to where she belonged

and though life went on

in our mid-western town

it was never the same