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Dirt fingers, like seeds - in a sense, we're playing God - poking holes in Earth

for Algot

Annoying whispers of agendas and secrets; soft mosquito song

Even crows Keep quiet

— Wendy T. via “New Moon Dark Night” https://wentalearn.blogspot.com/2024/06/new-moon-dark-night.html

Dreaming of descent, black wings flapping at midnight, the moon as spotlight on branch, trees as creatures of slumber

Night descends slowly, stretching arms and taking a long day to arrive

In tidal waters, currents end where we begin: take the plunge, then swim

Spin – weather vane – spin

You are more than architectural ornament

You are elevated harbinger of the storm to come

Spin – weather vane – spin

Wander in, among the grove of trees; it's silence that envelopes you

White ink, on purple, petals of the Wild Iris contain mysteries

Pathways, blinking light as darkness descends, follow swarms of fireflies

Blue sky – scattered light; the sun drenches morning in beautiful embrace

for Algot