i’m always a bit surprised when something i previously wrote comes up as a memory. i try to place myself in that atmosphere again, then compare it with what is outside my door today. there are unlimited possibilities of the shades of green and grey in the clouds and living, growing things in this bit of PNW heaven. and sometimes, even, the sun pops through.
greens to grey
end of day
pray for carefree
geese in the pond
where they pulled the earth apart
till it wept to the surface
sun down, moving on
blue to grey
crows in trees
leaving me shiny things they find
before evening rest
-from May 11 2018