coming storm

final storm

the coming storm

obscures the light

of lifted lamp

and golden door;

without our beacon

burning bright,

our land grows dark

from shore to shore.

 

–photo by me

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fawn

finaldappled

fawn

tawny, dappled

nursing, hiding, leaping

always waiting for mama

bambi

 

–photo by me

Creek and Cloud

final creekclouds

The creek and the cloud

Were cut from the same cloth–

Brothers, since the world began,

Comparable in composition,

Yet contrary in composure:

The creek is so laid back,

He is often called lazy,

While the cloud is always

Up in the air over something.

 

–Photo by me