||[Mar. 24th, 2017|06:13 am]
Old moon rises in the trees, thin crescent barely seen.
Starshine: the big dipper in the crest of pines.
The rush of pre 6am shipping flights above.
A raspy hum from US 64, a mile to the south.
The roar of commuters on RCC Road.
I finally hear ... frogs! Despite the near freezing temperature, frogs sing.
Then an owl..
Time for tea