Just ten minutes more
As the clock keeps beckoning
The demands of life
poetry, prose, and photography

Ancient words now sung
Prayers chanted, incense rising
Candlelit stone walls
So many memories within cathedral walls. Chanted prayer always makes my heart soar. Gently, though, like a bird on the wing. Not garish as a jet.
A strange fear of mine
To vanish into time’s mists
Forgotten notebooks

So much of life lost
Since we deny so much hope
Leaves starting to fall

The day’s ending here
A busy and full day done
Now to calm my mind
This started before 6:00 am and stretched until I got home a little after 10:30. A reasonably productive day, which makes me happy. But, well, that’s really long. And I’m tired. So, good night my friends.

wild roses
gathered by the child
captured sunlight

Smoke and haze return
Our murky air unpleasant
Awaiting a good rain

Thanks to those who stood
Refusing to accept things
And speak for justice
This new month begins
One that brings lots of changes
Now it’s September