Might as well consult the stars
than to foretell the weather’s future
on the whims of giddy goddesses,
gossamer waves blazing above
these palomino hills—cow trail dust
rising before the sycamores turn
to shed their autumn clothing
while shepherds and sailors await
a certain weather change.
drycrikjournal 
great poem, great photo. Still hoping to get you to read and show your work at CADRE- the new Exeter arts center
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Once again, another great read! I always anxiously wait for the next. Just read that the wolves have arrived in Sequoia National Forest and Tule River Reservation. “Well, here’s another nice mess you’ve gotten me into!” {Laurel and Hardy}
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