Beautiful Evening Thunderstorm Watching and Thinking Music

The Sky

The Sky
it was pomegranate.

A dark
night
sky

Not fading and deepening blues–
But
Pomegranate.

Focused upon focusing.
Something grand to attend.
The Sky
it was pomegranate.

Such a slight thing
without evident meaning
or intent

Can’t there be anything else?

No.
It was pomegranate.

–by elisabeth connelley

Oh wait, this, I thought, was a blog, but now I think it was a poem. I tried asking it, but so far, it has not answered and I’d rather stay with the pomegranate.

Midsummer Evenings–Park Home

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I think that I am going to try something new.  Perhaps only once.  Hopefully for at least the month of June, if not the entire summer!  I’m going to walk about the local area each evening in Summer and post what I find that interests me.  The Hometown History Assignment had value for me in reaching beyond into other subject matter and how I can make it seem more or less ‘flat’ for myself and perhaps others.  Besides, the idea of evening Summer photographs feels romantic to me!