In the soft early hours of the whippoorwill The gleam of Earth’s temporary guest Winds through our solar system Its furtive tail rising above the tree tops Hazy at first but growing more luminous by the minute A race against the very sun that gives it measure Your awe inspiring journey to places only imagined Now the making of a magical morning for this earthling And as you fade into the dayspring I bid farewell -See you again in 6800 years
Ball of dust and ice Hurtling through space and time Another comet tale
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #239: Winding and the Thesaurus Game Challenge: Clandestinely
Change from umbra to blue
My internal storm
For far too long I used the inability to be what I was in my youth as an excuse to not be the best I could be now. I’m not planning on getting back into dance or body building but this extra flab gotta go. I want to feel better in body and spirit so I had a funeral for my youth and am looking forward to the next phase ‘cause I got shit to do.
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #146: Clouds
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