ONCE in a BLUE MOON

photo by PSC / 2012

Once in a Blue Moon

Hardly ever happens (I’d say)

‘though maybe more

(or perhaps less)

often than you

’d like to think,

but,

I still miss you.

From time to time,

you’ll cross my mind,

then everything slips, tips,

tilts and skews to shades of blue.

ALL GONE

All Gone

Monday,

blossoms everywhere –

clover, Joe-Pye-weed, fleabane, Queen Anne’s lace, 

Jimson weed, jewelweed, knapweed,

black-eyed Susan, butter-and-eggs.

Finches flicking, hummingbirds bustling,

butterflies flitting, bumblebees madly gathering

(as though all their lives depended on it)

and I, watching, wondering at their hurry.

Wednesday, 

machines came

cut them down

leaving only

 decaying

 brown 

stalks

drying,

dying

in the

sun

and

every-

one

g

o

n

e 

.

.

.

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All photos by PSC