Leaves heavy with rain,
they bend and bow
to one another in gusts:
short blond feed quivers
as if this old dirt
is taking a breath.
I remember my mother
trying to show me lightening
in a Sierra thunderstorm
and all I could see
was the sun: a faded moon
hiding behind it all.
drycrikjournal 
Lovely, both words and photo.
janet
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Thank you, Janet
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Well done, John.
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Thanks, Tim.
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John, you’re welcome.
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great combination
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Thanks, Maureen, had to hunt for this September 2017 photo. Still not the image I had when I was four years old, or so, but photos seldom are.
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so true
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