wordless wed 1/29/20

–photo by me

haiku 78

winter stills the sea

for a magical moment

of soothing silence

–photo by me

january light

there’s none so dull and grey

as a january day

when nature’s pretty colors

are packed up and put away

and nothing looks quite right

in this january light

now even summer memories

have turned to black and white

 

–photo by me

tanka: bound

a winter sunset

may hold us spellbound when we

 should be homeward bound;

where we find boundless beauty,

danger is bound to follow

 

–photo by me

wordless wed 1/22/20

–photo by me

six word stories — 22

Its vengeful wife destroyed its life.

Shot of the Day 1/18/20

The icy shores of Gitchi Gami

 

–Photo by me

Man’s Place

The whale sang,

But I was tone-deaf;

The leopard snarled,

So I ran away;

The wolf howled,

And I closed the gate.

The elephant trumpeted,

The tiger roared,

And the gorilla

Beat his chest,

But I knew not any

Of their languages.

Sadly, I turned around

And looked at the world,

And man’s place in it.

Unexpectedly, a tear

rolled down my cheek,

And suddenly,

I understood them all.

Together, they cried

Out in one loud voice,

“Save us! Save us!”

via snakes of the north

snakes of the north

the snow cobras lift

their heads from the drifts

with their hoodies to keep

them from freezing,

and pythons get heat

from the bunnies they meet,

with their snuggling

and hugging and squeezing.

now, out on the lakes,

men tie racer snakes

under their boots

to go skating,

and wolf snakes at night

are a hair-raising sight

when they howl at the moon

before mating.

 

(orig. posted 2/18)