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Hear the wind.
It whistles loud,
through open window.
Bringing more rain
to wet the ground
that slakes the thirst
of our gardens flowers.

Where do you go my darling
When you slip away
to another space in time
and into an eternity?

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

An old Moon rose this morning, its waning sunlit crescent shining just above the eastern horizon before sunrise. But earthshine, light reflected from a bright planet Earth, lit the shadowed portion of the lunar disk and revealed most of a familiar lunar near side to early morning risers. In fact, a description of earthshine in terms of sunlight reflected by Earth's oceans illuminating the Moon's dark surface was written over 500 years ago by Leonardo da Vinci. One lunation ago this old Moon also rose above the eastern horizon. Its sunlit crescent and da Vinci glow were captured in stacked exposures from the Badain Jilin Desert of Inner Mongolia, China on August 29, 2019. This year marks the 500th anniversary of Leondardo da Vinci's death.

Photo by Likai Lin

https://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap190925.html
Image Credit & Copyright: Yannick Akar

The glowing dot of an ember
appears in the ashes.
The wood begins to smolder
when flames start their dance
with the wood in the pit
as it's new fired romance.

The frog sits on the ball
thinking about nothing at all.
I can't think, don't you see
for I am a piece of pottery.

Nothing I say.
Nothing I write.
Nothing I do,
Will keep me
Away from you.

I am beginning to see so well
this, recurring, slow ride to Hell.
Dementia rears it's ugly head,
makes me think I am dead
to all those loves from before
are now laying on life's floor.

I remember, as a child
Rain falling on our roof.
No attic or insulation above
Just bare boards and some Tin.
The noise of rain, up above
Would be our lullaby song.
Sleep was pleasant with no pain
When I could listen to the rain.