The Thunder Moon

July’s full moon, often called the Buck or Thunder moon, rises early over our homestead in the Okanogan Highlands of Washington State.

The full moon lives up to its name with constant thunderstorms that rumble over the highlands every afternoon. And recently we’ve spotted a young buck down by the pond.

Cheers to long summer days and mesmerizing summer nights under the Thunder Moon!

~ Sue

Poetry ~ A Haunting Game

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Shall we play a haunting game
a game of hide and seek?
the family’s all here
Aunt Lizzie
Cousin Alfred
and me

I’ll start counting
and promise not to peek
but where are the others?
it’s no fun with just three

don’t fret, silly girl,
the others will arrive at dark

now
ready, set
find your mark!

ah-ha!
is that you, Aunt Lizzie,
hiding under the stairs?

no, silly girl,
comes a voice from thin air
that’s Cousin Alfred
catch him if you dare!

wait!
I hear him whistling
behind a closed door

tag!
you’re it, Alfred
that evens the score!

hmmm,
as for Aunt Lizzie
where would she hide?
the lagoon, of course,
that’s where she died!

touché, silly girl,
you’re too clever for words
but who is that whispering?
I think we’ve been heard

ah-ha!
the others have arrived
Lizzie giggles with glee

Alfred floats off
whistling carefree

let the hauntings begin
we have more than three
more than two ghosts,
two ghosts
and me

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Poetry ~ Disturbed Things (true story)

She couldn’t quite shake it
that sense
that things were
out of place …

disturbed

another dead bird
on the deck

strange depressions
in the meadow grass

shadows crossing the
field of a moonlit night

unfamiliar animal tracks
on the road near the house

the growl of her dog
when there was nothing in sight

anxious days
led to sleepless nights

allowing irrational fears
to creep inside her mind

perplexed, she packed her bags
leaving the
disturbed things
behind