be swift hesitate not look closely at the grass the sun makes the dew evaporate rising to the sky like a grand mist of souls.
son of squirrel sits in my sanctuary eating my seeds which hungry mama squirrel (who apparently brought her whole family and lives in my tree) dropped down from the seed house above these seeds I bought specifically for feeding all my bird friends who gather around my backyard and chirp waking up my wife who… Continue reading son of squirrel
my poor wilted flower searching for me in my vault come back to life as beautiful as you were roots in the new soil so unrecognizable you are now that you have dried up in a mystery of life in living in dying young and growing old and drying up I am at the end… Continue reading wilted flower
mister squirrel lives in my tree he has a clever technique hanging upside down lowering himself low on the chain which holds up the bird seed house I keep he's stealing seeds meant for my treasured birds but that's OK with me I found a deal on a big bag of seeds for fifty cents… Continue reading mister squirrel
man's wisdom lies infinitely below nature's simplicity but when man is immersed within his own egotistical nature he remains detached from God yet man can regain his true nature through being still in awe and wonder of forest trees, fields of grass and flowers, a flock of birds, the warmth of the sun, glowing moon,… Continue reading man’s wisdom
Be not forlorn my fellow my damsel in distress for it doesn't matter who we are we are all the same under the sun it matters not what man thinks only what God thinks and man cares if we've made it in life or not and looks down upon us if we haven't but God… Continue reading Be not forlorn my fellow
who told us we were smarter than a tree? no one has to tell them what to eat to stay healthy, trim and live over a hundred years the great oak, pine and the sycamore know how to get nourishment they press against the ground and delve deep but trees mighty and small they alone… Continue reading they stand tall
watered down lonely sea submerged mystery dark night grey foam screeching seagulls fly aimlessly mocking the white caps it is as though they circle above this vessel looking down laughing a haunted cackle like white crows but this earthly mariner sleeps his deep sleep in a warm bed as its captain steers his ship toward… Continue reading the watered down sea
I love the crow so dear to me I see him fly his destiny where he goes his crooked fly into the night inside my eyes.
these days I require little. a warm bed to sleep in genuine friends with gentle claws and lots of fur by my side I sit in my garden out of the hot sun watching birds fly to my feeder full of seeds and then into the bird bath they go to bathe themselves and preen… Continue reading Rain drops on my window