Changes on the Way

The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, nineteenth century American poet

Gathering storm clouds
Hurricane remnants perhaps?
No, just a cold front

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Throwback Thursday

Today marks the one-year anniversary of the demise of Domer’s beautiful maple tree:

autumn_maple

We lost it in a wicked June storm. Thankfully, it didn’t land on the house when it blew over.

It was my favorite tree to photograph as Fall arrived because its color was spectacular. Our yard still looks naked without it.

Tempest

When I meet your stormy glare, I shudder.

Blue skies darkened by muddy cumulonimbus.

Was it something I said?

Regardless,

Who can be sunny forever?

That faint twitch in your lip,

Feet cemented to the floor.

Can’t you talk without your hands?

Clues.

Careless words better left unsaid.

A book takes flight,

A door slams tight.

Then, stony silence.

All right.

Good riddance.

One isn’t always the loneliest number, you know.