
on the logging trail
bare tree tops creak together
the moon and the snow
I'm just a regular guy who was
tempted to lose all hope but did not. It was God who made the difference.

on the logging trail
bare tree tops creak together
the moon and the snow

A butterfly haiku. Back in mid October, we had some visitors who matched our orange lantana that was still in bloom.
they stopped by, briefly
on the way to Mexico
Monarchs on the move.


she lives in the woods
and roams the rolling prairie
a hunted hunter

early autumn snow
chills the aging apple tree
leaves briskly falling

autumnal breezes
crisp as vibrant foliage
across the bright sky

rain drops off the eaves
as a hummingbird buzzes
drink to summer’s end

sitting fireside the
glowing sun about to rise
with the birds at dawn

the trees cross and creak
reaching up toward heaven
out in the Maine woods
#mentalhealthmatters

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