Day: June 17, 2020
Good afternoon from Lake Ann ~
I see my reflections
over these Ozark Hills
taking my turn
along these wandering streams
I walk amongst the mighty oaks
Good morning from the lakeside deck ~
the earth is still here
the wind and the sky
they wait for us
Good morning from the lakeside deck ~
My morning write ~
Trees Standing
it’s somehow like the trees already know what is happening here
a sense of sadness, grief and heaviness
the sheer weight of it all
or is it just me
who I see in these shadows on the ground?
