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Never in my life
would I have said,
my life is over,
my feelings are dead.
What kind of God,
does this to thee?
Leaving your sweet self
with a destroyed memory.

I enjoy most sounds which sing.
The tinkling of rain against window pane;
freshets of wind coming in small bursts,
a most pleasant of sounds, unless
your window is open. Blinds rattle,
above my sleepy old head, as I try
to fall asleep in the warm, cozy bed.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

In this snapshot from November 18, the Full Moon was not far from Earth's shadow. In skies over Sicily the brightest lunar phase was eclipsed by passing clouds though. The full moonlight was dimmed and momentarily diffracted by small but similar sized water droplets near the edges of the high thin clouds. The resulting iridescence shines with colors like a lunar corona. On that night, the Full Moon was also seen close to the Pleiades star cluster appearing at the lower left of the iridescent cloud bank. The stars of the Seven Sisters were soon to share the sky with a darker, reddened lunar disk.

Photo by Marcella Giulia Pace

Photo shared by Heather Cox Richardson from Letters from an American

A plethora
of return labels,
with my name and address,
is crowding the space
at workstation and desk.
Send the labels; a nice touch
but fewer people use the mail
and your gift is too much.
If you want more money,
please say you do.
Quit sending the labels
which we seldom use.

Meet me tonight,
in the shade of the tree.
I'll bring the wine,
you bring just thee.

Do you know me?
I once was your son.
You told me to leave,
darken not your door.
Where you once lived
is "Off Limits" to you.
Did you not see,
you are not wanted here.
Just leave this place.
Leave it alone.
Don't bother to write.
All these harsh words,
were never said to me,
as my family's love,
is still strong to say,
"Do the best you can
to overcome your poverty.

Dawn creeps in,
dark turns to grey.
Sunlight joins in,
what else can I say?
You are the Dawn,
I'll always be
here to love you,
until the darkness,
outside our door,
goes far away,
and it's sunny once more.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Sweeping through northern predawn skies, on November 24 Comet Leonard (C/2021 A1) was caught between two galaxies in this composite telescopic image. Sporting a greenish coma the comet's dusty tail seems to harpoon the heart of NGC 4631 (top) also known as the Whale Galaxy. Of course NGC 4631 and NGC 4656 (bottom, aka the Hockey Stick) are background galaxies some 25 million light-years away. On that date the comet was about 6 light-minutes from our fair planet. Its closest approach to Earth (and even closer approach to Venus) still to come, Comet Leonard will grow brighter in December. Already a good object for binoculars and small telescopes, this comet will likely not return to the inner Solar System. Its perihelion, or closest approach to the Sun, will be on January 3, 2022.

Photo by Gregg Ruppel

I'm writing words,
I no longer love
and no longer trust.
I must start over,
before they're dust.

The loneliest road,
the one you are on,
with words of sorrow,
could soon be a song.
Don't take my word,
look far beyond,
for Country Music,
will soon be sing along.

Blowing wind through wired fence,
harmonics of metal strings,
humming out a lonely sound.
Rattling of wooden slats,
blending into string noise.
Is it a melody I hear,
as wind bursts forth,
shaking branch and leaf?