the cold dark pines
cradle a golden nest of
precious morning light
–photo by me
the cold dark pines
cradle a golden nest of
precious morning light
–photo by me
–photos by me
Suddenly they began dropping from the afternoon sky by the millions: vast hordes of tiny invading aliens, blocking out the sun and reducing visibility to near-zero with their little white parachutes. We all ran into the house and watched from the windows, as the siege continued into the night with no sign of letting up.
We thought we were doomed.
But then, a few hours before dawn, a fierce October wind kicked up out of nowhere, and the entire alien army was blasted high into the turbulent sky, completely out of control. After thrashing about violently at the mercy of the powerful gusts, the alien army was soon annihilated.
In the morning, we awoke to nearly a foot of parachutes.
(Photos by me, rev. from 10/17)
the deepest secrets
of the cosmos are written
in every stone
I found this stone on one of my constitutionals into the Superior National Forest. It almost seems as though it has a message encoded in its structure, and for all I know, it might.
–Photo by me
–photos by me
My shadow grows anxious.
I usually don’t give his opinion much weight, but I’m deep in bear country, and the sun is already dipping behind the trees. He keeps getting ahead of me, trying to see what’s around the next bend in the hiking trail. I really can’t blame him for getting bent out of shape though, as it is late fall, when bear are ravenous.
If the sun gets any lower, he’ll probably disappear, being the coward that he is, and I doubt if I’ll see him again until morning.
–photo by me
she came from the stars
with a message of light…
–photo by me
the season had ended
the leaves had descended
and raking was planned
for the day
i got up before dawn
and was out on the lawn
when a favorable wind
came my way
for it blew the leaves high
in the blustery sky
and i never did rake
all the day
and i think it has been
a most favorable wind
but my neighbors don’t
see it that way
–photo by me
(orig. 11/18)
maples tell the pines
to roll out the thatched carpet
for winter draws nigh
–photo by me