Photography and Poetry
“August, the summer’s last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor” Henry Rollins
August Skies
Blue, darker, black
White, grayer, black
The days are getting shorter
The sunlight but a quarter
The clouds gathering
Soon the sun capturing
More rain to be expected
Into our souls reflected
In the August skies
The truth lies
The summer’s end
Photography and Poetry
“Gray skies are just clouds passing over” Duke Ellington
Sky’s Gray Shroud
Up up high
Grayness, filling the sky
Wrapping it tight
Dark as night
Into a shroud
Filled with clouds
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Poetry and Photography
“In the bible it rained for 40 days and 40 nights. They called it disaster. In Finland we call it summer!”
Picnic in July, Finnish style
Going on a picnic
Come snow, hail or shine
After all, it is still July
Hoping not to get sick
Sitting on the beach
Shivering with cold
The warmth at arms reach
It’s summer I was told
Not time for mission abort
Should not have worn shorts
The rain soon falls
Drops like thick walls
Clothes getting wetter
Running to shelter
Looking for a hide
Getting inside
Cold and wet
And unfed
Cursing and swearing
Of this life unfairing
Looking outside again
Hoping no more rain
What the f…k?
The sun is back up!
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Rantings Of A Third Kind 