Gray Matters

I walked out to the river at dusk to see if I could get the moonrise. Only gray clouds from the approaching storm.

Demons and dragons closing in on Resa’s tree.

I woke up a 3:30 am, walked outside, and shot the moon as it slipped through the clouds before disappearing behind the trees.

A tree held onto the moon after it slipped through the clouds.

Mars, Jupiter, and Venus at 3:48 am.

No Wet Kisses

Orange clouds rolled overhead
Dragging sheets of fickle rain
Never touched the ground

Parched earth’s cracked and broken clay
Yearned to be covered with rain’s wet kisses
Left dried, curled, flayed