How Can I Be Mad

When Mother Nature smiles at meIMG_0443
And lays fresh linen on each tree
Hiding earths infirmities
How can I be mad




IMG_0436When tree limbs in new cloaks of snow
Where only hints of tree trunks show
Bright morning sun sets them aglow
How can I be mad




When country lanes entreat the eyesIMG_0438
Meander neath cerulean skies
The sense of moment it implies
How can I be mad




IMG_0444When heavy weighs the winters hold
To watch this pristine sight unfold
The gift of beauty to behold
How can I be mad

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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2 Responses to How Can I Be Mad

  1. splitspeak says:

    Indeed how can one be mad if one looks at the beauty of it all. Love, Mehak

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