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 ~ Winter

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In this land of winter,
     stillness calls my name
     and with each fallen snowflake
     autumn’s forest is reclaimed.
In this time of winter,
     the darkness reaches deep
     and draws light from the night 
     as woodland creatures sleep.
In this time of winter,
     in my cabin by the stream,
     I rest my weary body
     and allow my heart to dream.
In this time of winter,
     my eyes grow grey and dim
     and I foresee the coming
     of this life that’s soon to end.
Yet, in this time of winter,
     I am reminded of ‘the way‘ 
     that just as nature falls asleep
     she shall awaken one spring day.

Poetry ~ Eye of the Storm

Remember how frightened you were when the storm formed in my eyes?
You were visibly shaken but safely tethered to the earth with your lies.

When the lightening flashed you cowered in the corner like a child.
Then the thunder boomed, the skies grew dark and the winds blew wild!

We were in the throes of it when I looked up at you and cried
and a teardrop fell from my cheek and mixed with the rising tide.

Then the waves crashed savagely on the windswept shore of my heart
and what was once our love was flooded and torn apart.

Why didn’t you heed my warning to be faithful and true?
Instead, you pierced my heart with deception and withdrew!

Now, as the storm subsides my heart is transformed.
Oh, darling beware, for I am the eye of the storm!