Moon and Dove

Dove flew by my window
Forest had turned
Into a tumultuous ocean

Moon laughed at dove
“No place to roost eh dove?”

“Shut up moon.”

“Maybe I’ll fly up
Where you are
Settle in your dirty house.”

“Whoa dove
Take it easy….it’s
Nothing personal”

“Yeah, I know.
Just tired man.
Nothing personal.”

“Still friends?”
“Yeah,
Still friends.”

(3) frame in-camera photograph


Just Outside The Woods

It was a morning of unusual happenstance
I was tempted to knock on your door anyway
Wolves had chased me out of the woods
Your present lay on the trail behind

Should I return to retrieve it
Risking being torn to pieces?
Well, if I am eaten alive
Then I am good for nothing!
Hmm, glad I settled that.

So, picking wild mustard and radish flowers
I made you a fine bouquet.
And brought it to your door.
Knocking was futile….and dust covered your windows.
Peering in, I could see steam billowing from your pot.
Alas, you were not home.

a simple photograph….lensbaby

Chasing the Sun

Should I stand on the tops of mountains
It is not without the dust of the journey
That has made this arduous odyssey so sweet

Birds flock to the sun calling my name
And I run without losing my breath once more
As it was in my youth, to chase the light of day

From trail to trail, they all know me by name
And cheer me on to the top of one peak to another
Even the trees bend to cover me with welcomed shade

Nestled in their care my lungs fill with fire
Screaming with all my might I make it to another apex
Laughing with the sun for beating me yet again

multiple exposure photograph