Lake in Monochrome
silver tones
tell stories,
some things
not left
behind
silver sky,
black treeline
the rest is
in greytones
do silver
fish swim
better in
flooded
monochrome
lakes?
under a
mirrored
surface,
it may be
impossible
to see
Deanna's Tree #1_2020
dad says
it is her
favorite tree;
it stands alone.
as we (are
always
solitary),
though we
try so hard
to crowd
together
in huddled,
chattering,
thoughtless
groups
although it
causes pain,
we must
avoid our
beloved
others
such a
small lake
and so much
water
they call
it full pool
when a lake
is full
it makes
me wonder
how a lake
can be full
i never thought
of a lake as a
container
but it is:
too full.
a tree in
the water
was on
a bank
in its
branches
a blackbird
(plain as dirt)
it has its
own kind
of beauty
open
my eyes;
let me see
i would
fill up
with it,
(beauty)
at full
pool
Six Photograph Panorama
look up
into
these cool
green hills!
look again,
and see a
beautiful
mountain
just behind
(thrown up
by ancient
megathrust
earthquakes)
sometimes
disasters
have upsides.
don't panic!
rugged rock,
broken
mountains,
shattered
crust of
planet earth
but it is
beautiful,
whatever
events
we must
live through
let's do
that too:
become
beautiful!
they promise
us things
no one could
fulfil
on even the
best of
all days
just round a
corner and over
the hill
today is a
message, time
flies on past
today
will be a
hot summer day
(we should
not wish
it away)
too soon
we'll have
such cold
winter nights
and snow
will cover
the ground
it is, what
it is,
so they say
a dream
tiger
last night
was winning
the fight
i don't know
what else
to say
today and
tomorrow
might seem
like dreams
and dreams
will just get
in the way
Promises
there will
be food
and plenty
the cornstalks
seem to say.
(promises
as good
as any)
and what
are promises
but hopes
expressed.
guarantees
are not
possible.
if we had
guarantees,
could we expect
to collect,
if all
the wheels
fall off
all the
wagons?
some day,
we should
expect,
we'll make
calculations:
how many
people can
an acre feed?
Low Cloud
low cloud
obsures.
i know
there's more
my vision
does not
penetrate
this veil
but memory,
so feeble
in my case
tells another
story.
and i have
seen before
rounded
hilltops
beyond what
i can see
today
Silver Surfer #1_2020
rushing down
the highway
south,
weaving
this traffic
tapestry,
i scamper
she is a
silver surfer,
cruising by
in night skies
as nightmares
gallop away,
when she
walks into
a room,
transforming
everything,
with her
bright smiles,
the universe
seems brighter
Cool Thoughts
and then
the summer came,
hot and dry,
as always
a time for
cool thoughts.
snow may do.
fresh snow on
spruce and fir
branches.
so beautiful
to remember
on such a
hot summer
afternoon.
Creek Mouth
down from
the hills,
every drop,
now joined
together
a lake,
with secrets
in the
beautiful
water,
it is said
colour
makes things
distinct,
when tones
won't help
black and white
will do.
gray tones,
made of
silver,
in days
we've almost
forgotten.
so much,
forgotten,
from days
gone by
