Poetry captures

all those things that pictures can’t

in less than a thousand words.

~

Photographers might

say that pictures are a form

of visual poetry.

Regarding flora,

Japanese Wisteria

in Bamboo screams invasive!

~

That’s double trouble

for sure, but why must they look

so good together?

It won’t be long til

the heat we longed for becomes

more than we asked for.

~

Perceptions of heat,

much like perceptions of cold,

are largely state dependent.

Startling fuchsia

Redbuds, contrasting sharply

beside chartreuse new spring leaves.

~

There’s a place for each

and each is distinctly its

quite colorful self.

If I could, I would

get off this rollercoaster

and drift on calm seas.

~

Do you crave demise?

This ride doesn’t stop until

entropy takes you!

Walking in the woods

on this balmy spring evening,

saddened by scattered debris.

~

Nature’s loveliness

marred by human carelessness –

a sad reminder…

Watching my dog sniff

the air and ground with eager

curiosity, I grin.

~

My grin is somewhat

bittersweet, given recent

inevitabilities.

Time and distraction

can give us the distance

to see more clearly.

~

Everyone needs space

to find a clear perspective

amidst such obfuscation