I walked to the river yesterday and today.
A gift of will and grace.
Our table is full of gratitude.
Happy Thanksgiving Day.
note: Thanksgiving day is tomorrow.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING
Tag: moon
Orange Moon
Years of drought
the hills are tinder-dry
wild fires start as if spontaneously
all so near us and moving
Evacuation warnings, be ready
I wake this morning
with one wish
from a constellation of wishes
spare us
of more fires
I will keep praying
Orange moon looks on us
I have faith
I’m afraid.
note: The photos are from my walk to the river this morning before the air quality became unhealthy. The photo of the moon was taken this evening.
Book I finished reading: Life After Life by Kate Atkinson. Books I’m reading: The Sea by John Banville for my Book Club. I’m re-reading the English Patient.
Flower Moon
I captured the flower moon last night with plain sky. I did not have any plant or tree or other backgrounds to align the moon. I’m sorry for the just the black sky and the moon.
The book I’m re-reading: The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus.
End of day
The waves embraces
the descending moon
a fish dangles in the line
The day as it happens
My day starts late with a walk to the river
Counting the black birds on the tree
They come down to feed on feeders
Thrown by a woman on the sidewalk.
Our activity continues to the downtown
Where children and adults parade their lanterns,
Light attires, jellyfish lighted parasols, costumes.
Their route passes along where lgihted arts
Are projected on buildings complete with music and narrations.
We end the evening under the huge moon
As if it falls down from the sky
Which is what one child asks her mother about.
A Leaf of Excitement
The rain started last night and continued today
I didn’t walk to the river this morning
Instead I went to the Wellness Center for a workout.
This afternoon I was in the Study Center
In the library helping students with their homework.
Afterwards I attended my Rotary Club meeting.
This evening I started reading Conversation With Friends,
A novel by Sally Rooney.
The little things that make life interesting.
We can measure the day by how long it rained
HOr by how happy is the student after
She understood what she was studying for days.
A green leaf started sprouting from a seed
Aboard the lunar lander at the surface of the moon.
That’s a living plant listening to Moonlight Sonata.
Mind at play
The night exults flow of ideas
Moon celebrates the darkness
Her imagination roams the sky
The Shack on the Hill
The shack, red and old
alone on the hill.
The sheep grazing below.
That’s where they meet
at sunset.
The colors play on her face
Her hands play on his hair.
When darkness reaches its fullness
Only touches reveal each other’s presence.
When the moon rises high
they descend the steps.
Their goodbye is a promise
to meet again
on the next full moon.
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