We have Purple Martins this year; first time ever. Hubby put up the houses every spring and every year they stayed empty. This spring hubby is happy.
Moon and Martin House
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The Texas Capitol building at night is lovely.
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?