though the forest feels foreboding
and the path is strewn with fear
though you stumble in cold darkness
and the way is so unclear
Flood Alert
The hard rain had stopped, at least for a while. Reedy River was flooding the forest at the park. I had never seen that. As I got in my car, camera at my side, I mostly just wanted to take a look, to see what I could see from the middle of the pedestrian bridge, high over those flooding waters. At least, I hoped it was high over those flooding waters.
Read MoreFootbridge in Sunlight
Many feet have found their way, through those woods, along those trails … and stopped right here, as watchful eyes first see those wooden slats, that still quiet pond, and nature's splendor all around, lit up by morning sun.
Read MoreLittle Bent Tree Finds Peace
"Good morning," said the light, as it peaked over distant trees.
"I'm not well," said a bent little tree in the middle of a beaver pond.
"You're all bent over," said the light.
"I'm so cold and damp," said the weak little tree.
Read MoreHeron Flies Through Fog Over Beaver Pond
brown and gray on a foggy day
nearby highways strangely still
morning soundscape numbly nil