
At first light of dark,
as waning sun creeping low,
come the moon chasers.
Photo: My friend, Janet Martin, who blogs as Wandering Feet.

At first light of dark,
as waning sun creeping low,
come the moon chasers.
Photo: My friend, Janet Martin, who blogs as Wandering Feet.

Sneaking from behind,
a kitten in a new house;
sunset moon through trees.

The sun and the moonโ
one wanes; the other rises,
as tail chasing cat.

Ghostly, slender trees
sprawling across the blue skies
like varicose veins.

Waking blurry eyed,
though ashamed and regretfulโ
adult? Accepted.