
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


Plowed earth lies barren
Fertile ground parched and thirsty
Spilled seeds will not grow

Moon tunnel lights night sky
Portal to the other side
Hallucinations sleeping souls
Keeper of our dreams

Jupiter sits on Sandia Crest
Saturn basks in a golden glow
Stars still hang in space

Midnight rainbow hangs at two
Stars peek through smokey hues
Brushstrokes blotches arcs
Orange, greens, magenta, blues

Jupiter rising into blue
Saturn sees the moon at two

I am honored that my poem Grounded is posted on MasticadoresUsa // Editora: Gabriela Marie Milton today. Thank you, Gabriela!

Spunk is rather proud of himself and his Spunku about barking spiders. One thing that’s different about a Spunku is that it rhymes.
Oh my what delight
Spiders barking in the night
Holding sheets down tight

Jumping Spider



Wild clouds at sunrise

Søren: “Hahahaha! A barking spider? Right! It needs ‘more cowbell’ stupid cat!”

Owl

Sunset