Rendezvous

Venus and the Moon meet in the low, eastern darkness
Their usual rendezvous
I wave in greeting, step up to join them
Halfway, I hesitate when clouds swirl in, as if to shield

Through the grey-blue veil
I catch my last glimpse as they
Fade into the dawn’s shimmer,
Reaching across to each other,
Looking back to gauge my celestial distance

Oh, I wonder, am I intruding?

Venus and the moon

Venus and the Moon

Fiction Friday: The Last Time

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt.  Copyright Madison Woods

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Madison Woods

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He set up camp and leaned against the Skull Tree, their secret meeting place, remembering how they planned their future here. All their decisions over the years: which college, which military branch, which career field; the Skull Tree always approved.

She loved flying helicopters, wanted to fly them forever. Shot down in battle, her forever was forever over. He hung her dog tags from the upturned horn. Tonight, he knew, was the last time they’d be together. He would dream of her once more, but never again. As it swirled leaves around him, cushioning his grief, the Skull Tree wept.
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Dragonflies

Somehow I managed to get a few dragonfly photos. I won’t show you the dozens of blurry, unrecognizable photos where you would just have to take my word for it that the subject is a dragonfly.

Orange and brown dragonfly

Hold still!

In addition to the dragonfly wings moving (and making it hard to get a focused photo), it was, of course, quite windy.

Black and white dragonfly

Where does this wind come from, anyway?

Taken near West Point, Texas.