The stage is set (blue moon mood)

Sweet blue moon thoughts
Carry me down the road
You hang so low in an infant sky
Silver orb plucked
From the cosmic moment
To stand alone
Your ovation nearly complete
As the lights rise on this stage
Morning sun stealing in
Capturing the audiences gaze
As if to say “Look at me”
In your Red-yellow gaze
Vibrant cabaret,
Thunderous applause in song
Crows caw breaks the stillness
Perhaps in protest of losing the cover
Of darkness.
Circle round day after day
Yet sold out today
As the glistening grass gleaming
And moisture silver fog
Hangs low in the air
A treat for the senses
As I keep moving through
On my way to now.

Thoughts this morning on my commute with sun behind me rising, moon hanging on trying not to slip away quite yet and the fog that comes and goes like these passing thoughts. Photo taken with iPad so sorry for the not so great quality. Peace at dawn. Blessings, K

Storm of morning

Flashes cover the darkness
As lightning fills the skies
Illuminating tall trees
As the rain moves in slowly
Falling down around me.
I stand transfixed as the throb
Of a sound encompasses the humid air
And the hairs on my arms stand
And they energy moves
In waves.
Here and there
Then everywhere the lights move through
Like a disco float that moves
Carrying the images
Now slipping away
As quick as it came
As sun rise burns away
Residual effects of this storm
And silence again reigns
This moment.

I could not get a good shot of this mornings storm but it left me feeling eager for the future and the storms we will see off of the ocean, so chose this off the Internet as I found it quite lovely this fine morning.

Days gone by

What comes to me
Blown in on the wind of yesterday
Slipping through cracks
Memories of
A day gone by.
A man comes round
Spectral illusion or flesh and blood
To knock on doors
Opened to wonder
Of a childhood friend.
I wonder perhaps
Will you be grey
Aged and tired by the years
That slipped away through cracks
Days not counted
Since goodbye,
As sand runs so speedily
Through the glass
And skies greet the mind that ponders
How long again till the next goodbye,
Will time be wasted
As days drift on like lost thoughts
Left to become merely
A faded photograph of a silent man
In black.