We received over five inches of rain in January. That meant lots of clouds.
Sunset in Houston, Texas, with Sam Houston’s statue.
Picnic on the Pedernales by my friend Darrell Williams. Posted with his permission.
Some poems provoke:
“Picnic on the Pedernales last eve;
Sunset infused with colors;
(Did it go around the earth’s bottom;
To be captured by camera this morning?}
Good night’s sleep, cat nearby;
Sudden burst aloud in laughter encountering a poem;
Now soft warm memories of a sunset evening in the canoe;
Looks to be a nice day, today.”
Long lines at the gas pump
Freight train stopped on the tracks
Empty slots on the grocery store shelves
A day of deep sighs
Teeth gnashing, nose crinkling
At dusk, I refill the hummingbird feeder
As it lurks on the fence
I turn to its chirps to explain my lateness
And realize I was wrong all along
The swirling, sherbet sunset awaits, as promised
The sunrise had greeted me and will do so again
The day was right on time
NaPoWriMo Day 13
A sunset, before the cold front arrives.