Courage is fear that has said its prayers. ~American proverb
I Monkey here.
I’ll bet you all were wondering when I’d get around to stealing Mama’s blog again and telling you the interesting things I’ve been doing.
No, not Mama’s pretty poetry posts and artsy pictures of flowers and such.
The real interesting things.
Like what happened the other day.
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
Today marks the one-year anniversary of the demise of Domer’s beautiful maple tree:
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.
Dark clouds incoming
Wind, rain are sure to follow
When I meet your stormy glare, I shudder.
Blue skies darkened by muddy cumulonimbus.
Was it something I said?
Who can be sunny forever?
That faint twitch in your lip,
Feet cemented to the floor.
Can’t you talk without your hands?
Careless words better left unsaid.
A book takes flight,
A door slams tight.
Then, stony silence.
One isn’t always the loneliest number, you know.