Under the busy Overpass, it felt as if I’d Entered a cathedral.
Wolf moon fiercely lit. Wind howls in response; what might Be illuminated?
How luminous the Low, long, afternoon light come The winter solstice.
There was nothing more Pressing than walking about Awed by the colors.
Has anyone else— Upon having received the Second vaccine shot for COVID-19 (But not necessarily for variants) and after Feeling the weightlessness of relief— Suddenly remembered They are still afraid of ticks Bearing Lyme’s disease?
After first looking In all directions to see No one was in sight.
By the time I turned Back towards home from the river The clouds were all gone.
and she could count the waves…