Shot of the Day

The low December sun backlights

A grove of trees.

 

–Photo by me

Escort

As I lay on the beach

Under tangerine skies,

Amid scattered

And twisted debris,

Thirteen dark birds

Were dispatched

From the sun,

And fast they came

‘Cross the dark sea.

They came to escort

A lost soul to the west;

Some soul that was

Newly set free,

And their black

Beady eyes

Looked around

For their prize–

Oh, why were they

Looking at me?

 

–Photo by me

 

wordless wed 12/4/19

–photo by me

tanka: visitors

winter clouds come down

for a visit, but they get

hung up in the trees

it’s nice to have visitors–

till they hang around too long

 

–photo by me

the giant deer

the falling snow

in the headlights

had me hypnotized

as i navigated our

family shuttlecraft

thru the meteors

from the back seat

of our chevrolet

it made me sleepy

so i crawled back

under my blanket

leaving my father

at the helm again

my parents chatting

and the low drone

of the wheels soon

had me drifting off

suddenly my mom

screamed and i sat

bolt up-right just in

time to see a giant

deer leap right over

the hull of our craft

i was sure of it

to this day i don’t

know what i saw

it sure seemed real

but i haven’t seen

any giant deer since