Mist wraps around trees
Like soft souls embraced at last —
Resting for awhile
Reaches with but a ripple,
Making music known
Lobster-claw plant hangs,
Indifferent to being seen,
Yet living brightly
Framed full of lush green,
Birds sing near the shaded stream.
Here, I plant myself.
~ Quote of the month ~
“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”
– Sylvia Plath (The Unabridged Journals)
Writing and photography by: Katy Claire Funke