My beautiful daughter took this photo this afternoon. She is so sweet!

Tones of Noir
Numinosity
washes the sky.
Poems rise
out of thundering mist.
I think it is a crime.
She rushes by.
The water,
the power in falling.
Begin when it's in motion
and stop before it ends.
Mystical crystal spikes
of sun.
He waits.
We walk quickly
covering ourselves against the watcher.
Dancing over a rabbit warren in the roots of a green ash that was infected by the emerald borer and was cut down years ago, I wove my way up...