Days pass
slipping swiftly
or sometimes too slowly
one after another
Luna waxes and wanes
her cycles constant
we on the other hand
are thrown off track
often not even knowing days
or weeks or months
all I know is that the other night
who knows exactly when
looking up there she was
mere slender sliver in the night sky
Last weekend in May
sudden thunderstorms rocked us
maybe reflecting the chaos
on earth rolling through all day
waking us even before dawn
clashing cymbals of thunder
back to back slashes of lightening
through it all trees swayed
boughs bend beneath heavy rain
but come June morning
as the sun rose once again
tattered Linden offered up
scented stars hoping to tempt the bees
Rising cheerfully
on already drought browned hills
small suns shimmer
After the storm
Elder Creek embellished
with scattered clouds
Just before dawn
silver ribbons shimmers
through the trees
on already drought browned hills
small suns shimmer
After the storm
Elder Creek embellished
with scattered clouds
Just before dawn
silver ribbons shimmers
through the trees
