Branches arch streets and sidewalks,
offer shade from hot sun,
sigh in soft winds saying no relief to roots.
Time for cement to go, loose
dirt to tickle tree toes, share nutrients
and shade, softness, glory, shelter, quiet,
now shifts to autumn to show new glory.
Posts Tagged ‘Photography’
Canopies of Glory
Posted in Poetry, tagged Photography on October 29, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Trees I Have Met
Posted in Poetry, tagged Photography, Portland on October 23, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Swaying beauties, oft dismissed
columns emptily treaded around.
Look up and see their capes, the
soft shade embracing color shape design
food shelter comfort.
Shouldn’t we take better care of them?
Apple Picking with Family and Friends
Posted in Family/Friends, tagged Photography on October 21, 2018| Leave a Comment »
The aisles are large, the fruit is fresh and on a beautiful sunny autumn day, the mood is glorious.
It’s time to pick some apples.
Morning Walk in Portland
Posted in Poetry, tagged Photography on October 18, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Trees hover, leaving shadows,
dance of light, reflecting branches.
Coffee cup in hand,
I stumble over awkward sidewalks,
erupted by roots,
enjoying the beauty.
Photo and poem by MJC
Peace on Earth
Posted in Poetry, tagged Photography on October 6, 2018| Leave a Comment »
It’s just a thought, but here it is.
Can there be peace on earth?
I think not, but yet again,can there be peace on earth?
This earth? Our earth?
Whose earth?
Poem and photo by MJC
Rainbows I Have Seen
Posted in Poetry, tagged Photography on July 7, 2018| Leave a Comment »
(Some people collect stamps. I collect rainbows.)
Rainbows
celebrate light,
announcing the end of noisy blue rain storms
calming nerves caused by
lightening streaks and thunder beats of crazy drums.






It Hasn’t Been That Long
Posted in Poetry, tagged Photography on August 22, 2017| Leave a Comment »
then not so long, really.
Photo of eclipse reflections and poem by MJC
Learning from a Dog
Posted in Family/Friends, Writing, tagged Photography on July 26, 2017| 2 Comments »
We have a guest in our house. It is Pickles, our grand children’s family dog, who we are dog-sitting while the family is away on vacation.
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Pickles |
She loves to eat home cooked food, and will stare at us for hours if she thinks we smell like a hamburger, or a good piece of cheese.
If I rub her head affectionately, she incessantly licks my hand to tell me to “keep going.” I have to order her to stop. If we lean down to pet her, she rolls over and asks for a belly rub. It actually isn’t very lady-like, but after all, she is a dog.
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Instructions |
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Dog Staring at Spouse |
- Food tastes better when it is not served in a dog dish;
- Walking at a very slow pace soothes the nerves and makes one relaxed, unless one is in a rush or actually has somewhere to go;
- Loud sirens cause one to howl; and, last but not least,
- Sleep is everything.
Tanka # 2 River Edge
Posted in Art, Poetry, tagged Photography on June 26, 2017| Leave a Comment »