A #poem For Thursdays... Thursdays Ponder Clouds thick and dark sit, longing filled on horizons edge, waiting to release the heaviness they hold. As I too wait and watch my heart this day not so bold. A streak of maize, golden glaze, above horizon's haze, day waiting to unfold. what it brings depends upon the winds my dears. Always the winds..... how they blow, while we mortals wait and wonder, less than a second to the wind.

Now and Then Whispering voices stretch beyond long ago reach me now. Second by second we intertwine woven in time our destinies far apart yet on this terra firma we reside side by side. In mystery, who went before and who now remains. The Terrant blows as she must, eternally connecting memories that stretch Now and Then and back again.