Dawn
Silver considers The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.
“Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?”
Ninety-nine point eight percent last night and this morning. The persistence of the August Blue Moon.
Sunset
Bouncing through the night
Poltergeists on Pogo sticks
Happy flashing by
A different view of the Sandias
Ever feel like this
Withered, worn, a bloody mess
When you crash and burn
Reddish-orange clouds
Formed
East of Eden
Blue Moon rose
As
Sun slid
Below the horizon
Tucked in
For the night
Super
Blue Moon
Illuminates darkness
Spunk ponders Blue Moon
“It’s not blue at all. It’s gold!”
Gold Blue Moon happens
Sunset
Clouds over Resa’s Tree.
Moon hangs to the south
Race of spirits streaking by
Tour De Los Muertos
Sunset
Dawn
Can Evel Boll Weevil make a daredevil jump over Bumblebee?
Jupiter at dawn
Peaches from Dale’s Peach Tree and grapes.
Early morning bloomer
Riding into the storm.
There are critters in them, there clouds.
Storms facing off over the Sandias.
Sunset
Dawn
Reduced to Dawns, Dusks
Big lens sits out summer months
Birds, bees go unshot
Gwendolyn
Sunset
Buddy was worn out by the end of the day.
Off Center & Not Even 