Muscle or Bone: Trees Endure...

I turn my nose up at winter, 

but force myself to walk 

in the snow. 

Trees endure. 

But are they happy? 

Photo/Text © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker

Silence In Winter

There is a silence in winter that belies the brutality of its nature:   Unsettling beauty flows within.  

Photo/Text © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker 
Photo taken December 11, 2014 by R. Baker.  Holt Road, Webster, NY.

Muscle or Bone™

"Shield me in your arms, between delicate folds of power." 

Photo/Text © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker 

Round Table Challenge Prompt: Cali-(k)nights

THE ROUND TABLE CHALLENGE

Photo: "The Last Trip" by Macro Art

Cali-(k)nights

San Andreas motif 

decked the walls.

(we were on a budget)

Highway 1 spooled 

across time.  Motel 

sheets served more 

than one purpose.

Luxury's an afterthought.   

The only thing better

than seven on the 

richter scale was

you swimming in 

Russian River red;

me, extra dry. 

Poem © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker 

Life In A Second-Hand Shop

We cling to our former selves:  Don't judge. 

You can't wait for this or that to happen,

then complain that time flies.  

We can't wait. 

Sometimes beauty is simply being alive.

Photo/Text © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker
Photos taken at Greenovation, Rochester, NY.

A Day In The Life Of A Gray Day

There comes a time in November when autumn resembles spring in the shadings of the forest, the color of dying leaves, shadows on branches, and the smattering of snow between grass and trees.

Willow trees are among the last to loose their leaves.  They're also one of the first to bud in spring.  Willow is my favorite tree.

Today was cold and gray.  Many people love winter and all the outdoor activities associated with the season.

Not me.  I'm a fair-weather child.  My freedom is in the sun, blue sky, heat, and being unencumbered by heavy coats, hats, and gloves.

My eyes sting in the bitter cold.  Everyone's eyes do.

Some folks just won't admit it.  

Photo © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker

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Photo/Text © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker