A COLD SPRING MORNING...

Saturday! 28 degrees...

My outside morning world's a big, cold birthday cake, 
   iced white on roofs 
   and on the ground   
   and in the icy mist I'm breathing... 

The sky is clear; 
   the air is still; 
   the birds have stayed in bed...

Why did Big Dog Mick and I not do the same?

                             
                           --Rose Moore, 3-12-2016

UP IN THE CLOUDS....

WHEN MY LIFE GETS TOO LOUD,

I PUT MY HEAD IN THE CLOUDS.

ON THIS DAY, AS YOU SEE,

IT WAS A GOOD PLACE TO BE!

PRAYING FOR SPRING... IS IT HERE?

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The sky was so church-like this morning,

with hymns by a vibrant bird choir

and with glowing stained glass 

that faded at daylight, 

leaving some color in jet trails 

and scattered cloud patterns.

                              
                      r moore 3/08/2016