isolated souls
may just need a little warmth
to help melt the ice
–photo by me
isolated souls
may just need a little warmth
to help melt the ice
–photo by me
The immature bald eagle is,
I’m sure that some will say,
A more befitting emblem for
America today.
–Photo by me
–photo by me
if you work with wood
even your best work always
ends up rotten
work with words and your best work
will never be forgotten
–photo by me
Long in
the tooth,
The soul
of Duluth
Is more than
The people alone;
It’s there in the street,
In the bricks and concrete;
It’s there in the steeples of stone.
–Photo by me
The meaning of their name is lost
When evergreens are rimed with frost.
–Photo by me
winter’s white trails–
so pure until spring shows up
with his muddy feet
–photo by me
–photo by me
Life is a well-puddled road;
In body, I charge down it
And muddy up the waters;
In mind, I avoid the pits
And seem to learn little;
In spirit, I stay above it
And watch it all unfold.
When I look back to
Reflect on my journey,
I see one dynamic soul
With muddy feet,
A confused look,
And an easy laugh.
–Photo by me
“Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.”
–Marsha Norman
–Photo/Art by me