Explosion

Thunderheads explode
Under clear blue skies
Taunting sunset’s
Cast of colors
Streaming light
Reds, yellows
Blur to orange
Turquoise dances
In the wings
Reflections rippled
Flowing waters
Stilled
Violent thunder
Silenced
Tranquil scene
Exploding beauty
Falling darkness
Soon to cover
All that once had light

Pink

Metaphor of sunset
Drowned by driving rain
Soft edges
Into black
Shine

Sharp petals
Edge together
Pink held
tight

Sunrise lauds
Grip loosened
edges hold
Light

Sunbeam streaks naked light
Dawn’s gray panned to gold
Flashed bright
Rays unfold
Pink

A Pug With No Name*

I’m a sweet little fellow

With a face that’s molto bello

I watch the clouds for rain.

I have a loving family

Life would be as sweet as candy

If I only had a name!

Liza, our planner, brought her adorable Pug to the office today. He’s a wonderful, really well behaved dog. But he doesn’t have a name. Liza is open to suggestions for names.

*He his really a French Bulldog, and not a Pug at all. However, the title goes better calling him a Pug with no name.

The Battle For Elms No More

Armed with chainsaws, chipper at hand, under a clear blue sky, they made their first assault on the army of elm trees controlling the southern border. Boom! The aerial attacks from inside the bucket methodically cut down the enemy elms. Blasting chips from shredding limbs, trunks turned into mulch. Dumped in piles that will be spread on paths over cardboard the earth will reclaim.

Storm clouds started building in the early afternoon.

The sky turned dark to the east, the south and to the west. Thunder rumbled in the background.

The sky started to clear to the east and west before sunset, but clouds were exploding to the south.

The winds were pushing and reshaping colorful clouds to the south and west as the sun put itself to bed.