August night descend
Slow enough to hear crickets
Chirping mesa songs
Under the sunshine or in the fog: I am a lover, a writer, an editor, a cook, a humanitarian and a photographer.
haikus, Lately, nature
crickets, driving, McMillan Mesa, Night, poetry, song
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Cat Over Clock:
Some things are more important than time ... cats are one of them. Welcome to a world of photographed shadows--I invite you to a study of compassion through poetry. It is with gratitude that you might take it with you.
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face,
Watches beside me in this windy place.
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