Lori Witzel's pictures, poems and other souvenirs and artifacts.
This is such a lovely image, I feel I ought to be able to smell these blossoms.
The mottled sky makes a perfect background frame for this shot! Great!
The moon is gone.She fled as dawn approached.Dawn as a slowly opening eye.White sea birds skimming over the water,looking for an early morning snack.The mirror brightens.From a blood moon at dawn to a mirrorreflecting waking life...#######I woke her to take the moon.Her campaign was swift and terrible.Metallic and fierce.Glaring up in the twilight.But the moon was both implacable and unreachableand in the end the war against the moon failed.As dawn rose slowly from her bed, the moon slipped away.But in the end, all that was lost,was a little sleep....################1 June 2007Burning MoonMoon FireBlood Moonsmoked MoonSmoky MoonSmouldering Moon&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&4 June 2007After the storm, my mine cleared.And a high wind arose and blew the tropics north.
This is such a lovely image, I feel I ought to be able to smell these blossoms.
ReplyDeleteThe mottled sky makes a perfect background frame for this shot! Great!
ReplyDeleteThe moon is gone.
ReplyDeleteShe fled as dawn approached.
Dawn as a slowly opening eye.
White sea birds skimming over the water,
looking for an early morning snack.
The mirror brightens.
From a blood moon at dawn to a mirror
reflecting waking life...
#######
I woke her to take the moon.
Her campaign was swift and terrible.
Metallic and fierce.
Glaring up in the twilight.
But the moon was both implacable and unreachable
and in the end the war against the moon failed.
As dawn rose slowly from her bed, the moon slipped away.
But in the end, all that was lost,
was a little sleep....
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1 June 2007
Burning Moon
Moon Fire
Blood Moon
smoked Moon
Smoky Moon
Smouldering Moon
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
4 June 2007
After the storm, my mine cleared.
And a high wind arose and blew the tropics north.