
i love storms;
when black clouds appear
with lightning
and thunder,
i get a tingle of fear
mingled with wonder
–photo by me
i love storms;
when black clouds appear
with lightning
and thunder,
i get a tingle of fear
mingled with wonder
–photo by me
they say he’s
very vigorous,
flying from
nest to nest,
but the word polygamous
really fits him best
–photo by me
i’d like to
be this care-free foal
on the farm
here today
so i too could take a roll
around in the hay
–photo by me
the forecast
is getting better;
they’re talking
rain, not snow,
but with our april weather,
they don’t really know
–photo by me
if you look
for serenity,
but you just
can’t find her,
then seek out simplicity
and look behind her
–photo by me
wee squirrel,
won’t you let me win
this game of
hide and seek?
all i want to do is pinch
your furry li’l cheek
–photo by me
our earth’s own
changing sky, i think,
shows she has
feelings, too;
there are days she’s in the pink–
other days, she’s blue
–photo by me
she’s pretty,
all decked out in white,
although i
must confess–
there’s just no prettier sight
than her floral dress
–photos by me
i envy
those who hibernate,
not knowing
winter’s sting–
and to what do they awake?
lilacs in the spring!
–photo by me
a new day
arrives to banish
the demons
of the night–
how quickly they all vanish
in the morning light!
–photo by me