Collection

 

Puddles on the road are such a distraction along my daily walk. Isn't this one wild? And here's a poem that may suggest some questions:

Collection

A Birthday Present for Jesus

 

A snowy picture from the Wasatch Range, from our trip in October. And a special seasonal poem:

A Birthday Present for Jesus

In the Winter Woods

 

I waited in the cold dusk to catch this photo. Here's a poem from the cold:

In the Winter Woods

Orange Jesus

 

Something funny came up the other day ...

Orange Jesus

Impulse Denied

 

I had never seen snow geese until a couple of years ago. They fascinate me as Canada geese never have. Here's a photo ^ and the poem resulting from a recent sighting.

Impulse Denied

Briefing

 

Lumps of leaves making tiny islands in the creek after much rain. And this poem:

Briefing

Riches

 

The slowly turning gingko leaves were so graceful this fall as they awaited their fate. 

Riches

And Will I Linger as a Fossil?

 

This poem is what happens when I watch Netflix' "Life on our Planet," narrated by Morgan Freeman, and then drive through thick fog on the last dark day of November, and then process, as I usually do, by writing a poem.

And Will I Linger as a Fossil?

Ephemera

 

We've had a couple of very windy days, so I had a couple of very windy walks down Lake Street. Then came December. Here's the poem I wrote after reading James Crews' "Light and Dark."

Ephemera