day 3292

day 3292a

beyond city lights,

above the snow-covered fields –

the still, star-filled sky

+++

day 3292b

it’s impossible

to not think of the ages

those stars encompass

+++

day 3291

day 3291

asked her the question,

and with the answer, I learned

I didn’t need it.

day 3290

day 3290

it felt real darn good

to get on the trail again –

sunshine and footfalls

day 3289

day 3289

hard to imagine,

just out of view was a hole

in the Earth itself

day 3288

day 3288
all the shades of blue
from near-shore to horizon
and into the clouds

day 3287

day 3287

a gentle clatter,

dry leaves falling through sunrise,

as I stood watching

day 3286/day 3285

day 3285
I rallied my nerve,
stood up with my camera,
“Excuse me, have you…”

++++

day 3286

the back of her head:

highlight, deep shadow, soft edge –

sun and a light bulb.

day 3284

day 3284

didn’t realize

even just hearing her name

said aloud would sting

day 3282/day 3283

day 3282
you know the wind’s there,
not because you can see it;
you see its effect

+++

day 3283

sometimes, I wonder

what I’m missing, and was I

always missing it?

day 3281

day 3281

over her shoulder,

against the inky night sky,

I saw a comet.