The Man Who Whistled Down the Wind

He understands the way fish think,
The sea, the clouds, the rain.
He knows where whales will bubble-feed,
And when they’ll come again.

I’ve seen him do so many things,
The list could have no end;
But nothing else can top the day
He whistled down the wind.

He stood out on the back deck rail
And whistled, sharp and shrill,
He threw the salmon scraps aloft
And everything grew still

For silently, on night black wings,
Both head and tail a’ gleam,
The wind incarnate fell to earth;
And then I heard it scream.

It lingered but a moment there,
Where land and sea both end,
And left me awed beside the man
Who’d whistled down the wind.

The Missing Moon

Where have you been of late, my friend?
I miss you, now you’ve gone.
The trees seem empty now and bare
The night breeze sings no song;
And only darkness comes to call,
The clouds hold you at bay.
I knew you’d never stay too long,
That seems to be your way
But if you come back once again
I’ll dance beneath your gaze
I’ll bask within your gentle light
And curse the garish days.

Finally, the Full Moon!

Fortunately we got to see the full moon tonight because on Sunday we go from today's clear, hot 80 degree weather to rain and the 60's and 70's.

And isn't she a beauty? Low on the horizon still, large and golden colored.

This shot is almost wine colored. They were both taken within moments of each other and yet such a difference in color.
Okay, No more moon pictures... for a while! :)

99% Full

As the Poet said:
The Moon was a ghostly galleon
tossed upon cloudy seas...

More of the moon in the trees. I really need to get home before it gets dark. However, we have had so few clear nights this year that it's a rare treat for us to have all these clean shots of the moon. And tomorrow, it's FULL!!

The Waning Gibbous Moon Over Home

There seems to be a theme here,
Or is it that I simply don't get home in time to see the daylight right now?
Either way, she's stalking me!

Ghost Moon Through the Trees

Shhhh,
There’s a ghost in the sky tonight
Hiding out behind the trees
Silently drifting on the wind
Like a ship on coal black seas.

Hush,
It’s waiting out there in the black,
Ling’ring just outside my room;
Hovering at the edge of sight
Wrapped in a foreboding gloom.

Shhhh,
There’s a ghost in the sky tonight
Peering down through the dark trees;
Breathing down the back of my neck
In a muggy, summer breeze.

Sunday's Peace

The quiet canopy of green
Rustles in the breeze
The squirrels chatter overhead
Among the ruffled leaves.
The jay is calling to his mates,
“Come see what I have found
There’s a windfall pile of nuts
Scattered on the ground.”

It’s Sunday and the day is long,
The rains have finally passed,
The breezes sigh a summer song
And I can rest at last
Among the sounds from nearby homes,
The children’s laughing play,
I find the quiet sounds of peace
That come at close of day.

And as I sit here quietly
Beneath the wide blue sky
You sent a precious gift to me
An eagle just flew by.
I had recalled it, just today,
The sign you gave before,
But there’re no eagles where I am…
And yet one just flew o’er.

And so, cocooned in Sunday’s peace,
I linger in this place
Of jays and squirrels and passing signs
Of Your eternal Grace.