In the spring
With the loud rhodies blasting their gaudy parts.
Dogwoods making white clouds below the canopy
Down on the ground
The star flowers sing their quiet song.
Their pure white symmetry
Cupped in soft green hands
Look to the night sky.
Their namesakes in black sable gowns
Look down from their hydrogen fired thrones
To the forest floor
And smile
At their photon built friends
Shining in the shadows
Spring Signs!!! Nar-Nar, our chipper got a new stand that makes removing the blades for sharpening much easier, and reduces the output port clogging… and whoa, gravity makes stuff heavy!!!
I'm so grateful and inspired and awestruck that we have orbited the Moon and apparently have maintained the integrity of the capsule and folks onboard to allow some gratuitous image porn of the moon...remembering it has had orbiting probes map every inch for years, and none of the images are "earth shattering" in their originality or ability to be represented....So let's continue to build towards more complex Earth-Moon transits, possible bases, def some disco on the lower gravity Mons Defibrelator plateau.....Whatever makes us jam in the universe an not try to blow up someone.....❤️
I remember
Pink straw baskets
Full of fake grass
And jelly beans.
Oh so many…blue and green and red and yellow
Jelly bird eggs….
Hiding under the plastic wrapped rabbits
Holding bouquets of candy sparkles,
Plastic eggs..
Snapping open filled with more sweets
Like the resurrection
Was all about sugar
And the sweetest death in history
