
Night’s sky with the moon, Jupiter and Venus
in this twilight sky
moon and planets aligning
celestial
poetry, prose, and photography

Night’s sky with the moon, Jupiter and Venus
in this twilight sky
moon and planets aligning
celestial
underneath the clouds
cool rain gently descending
slowly the light fades

winter gale blowing
fiercely upon the shoreline
while the mountains gaze

underneath the sun
walking along the shoreline
grace within winter

walking by the shore
with geese bobbing in the surf
gentle signs of spring
Yesterday I spent a few hours along the Edmonds waterfront. A place of tranquil happiness for me. A rough week marched by, which I spent fighting a less brutal virus than usual. Sunlight and sea kissed air heal me in many ways.
Harlem
BY LANGSTON HUGHES
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a soreโ
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar overโ
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

walking through the trees
sunlight hidden by the mists
memories of rain
Today’s Black History Month poet is James Baldwin.
No, I don’t feel death coming.
I feel death going:
having thrown up his hands,
for the moment.
I feel like I know him
better than I did.
Those arms held me,
for a while,
and, when we meet again,
there will be that secret knowledge
between us.