Sometimes
The one thing that doesn’t belong
Somehow
Makes the whole thing better
The one thing that doesn’t belong
Somehow
Makes the whole thing better
Quick glances to the valley below
Hoping for enough light
To capture the clouds in the valley
To find detail in the trees
And the valley mist
Finally, set up
And capturing frames
When I begin to notice
As one light fails
Another rises
A little old
A little weary
I can rest here
Be in this peaceful moment
What’s a little rain
A little discomfort
After a life of so many storms
Here and there, now and again
Exploration yields discovery
Not of a new world
But a new way of seeing
But there, above, a brooding cloud
Foreboding sight
And, by the morn’, a looming shroud
Gone from memory
As if
They’d never
Happened
For in the darkness
Beauty thrives
Captured here by glassy eyes