Cloudscape

I've made a wonderful
Discovery!
A lost world
in the clouds.
But those tears of joy
turn bad in seconds,
for then
I realized.
It's an ever-changing
place,
where I
can never
go.*

* By someone who'd like to stay anonymous.

Cherry leaves

. . . while Sunday leaves . . .

On the road

Why are there trees I never walk under
but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road, 1856

Not Jupiter

October morning, 07:10 a.m.

Lintel

[oh! and, of course, Chimney]