you can’t fool me, i got the chills
i know you’re hiding in the hills
if you tip-toe down too soon
summer’s work will go to ruin
everyone seems unaware
just the same, i know you’re there
you can’t fool me, i got the chills
i know you’re hiding in the hills
–photo by me
–photos by me
i treasure
the pleasure
a path in the pines
affords to my soul
in the cool
morning air;
when near it
my spirit
with nature aligns
and i feel whole
whenever
i’m there
–photos by me
we wait for autumn
yet when it creeps up on us
we’re somehow surprised
–photo by me
dog days linger on
until the last sky-blue lake
has gone to the dogs
–photo by me
many are turning
their backs on the church today–
to find god themselves
for organized religion
has sown seeds of discontent
–photo by me
three unlikely pals
making secret plans
for incredible journeys
beyond the farm lands
–photo by me
There’s a bench
I use for thinking,
Tucked neatly
In the trees,
Where chimes are always tinkling
Sweetly in the breeze
–Photo by me
a fog rises up
from the waters,
dawn lights it up
from behind,
the morning
is kissed by this
lavender mist,
and it gives
to me true
peace of mind
–photo by me
A vixen from outside Fort Knox,
Found her marriage to be on the rocks,
But she would recover
And find a new lover,
For after all, she was a fox.
–Photo by Aaron
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