September Hilltop from up there we could see for miles. and something spoke in whispers, about a view (we gladly didn't miss) mostly it was unspoiled it seemed, from where we stood high on the trail, looking over so much of such beauty. again, we had to learn to breathe.
they say it is a noxious invader attractive nuisance i believe you cannot touch it, it is poisonous in general a toxic mess. but when i look i see such beauty and, i find that difficult to understand...
Missing Fishermen where are they gone, those men in boats? my scene is like a wilderness. no floating garbage can be seen. it's hard to understand. water pure, and air so clean... (hard to imagine where they've been) a day like this (the sun is warm) nothing like a coming storm... men in big parkas or light coats, i cannot see them or their mess, it's not just water, air or land it's everywhere a man might stand! where are they gone, those men in boats? my scene is like a wilderness.
there's a wild thing in our backyard, under a lilac bush, sheltering from mid-day heat, in such cool shade as may be found. we fenced our lawn to keep our small dogs safe inside, thinking that wild things might find it easier to walk away. mule deer, have a different view of how things might be, stepping right over as if it wasn't there, and rest freely in our safe shade, adding to the beauty nature's made
Green Patch we should not call them weeds (respecting life) they may not be so welcome in our yards but they announce it springtime when it's right. a time comes when we grow green in that summer light and glow such beauty as is in us, that it shows if we are weeds, unwanted and unloved we should be so determined, push and shove grow strong and thrive in our own way "show personality" is what they like to say! we all are beautiful, somewhere inside something really wonderful, we cannot hide
South View With Fog we like to think we are amazing (superior almost godlike) like past and future, our view is vague looking south at our lake through fog or rain, there is a limit to our vision looking south, the end cannot be seen
Shade Under a Lilac mule deer lounge quietly under a lilac bush i planted for her pretty like a picture, resting in the shade, safety in our backyard all their dues are paid flowers in our garden bloom and fade and fall mule deer come and rest, go at will our lives are complicated and seem, to us so grand wild things so beautiful, so hard to understand
Wet Yellow Iris wading knee deep in a flooded lake, a yellow iris somehow survives and will grow (a delicious miracle) in weeks to come we should try to gather strength in adversity, and maybe we too can bloom in such a spectacular fashion wading knee deep in a flooded lake, a yellow iris somehow survives