November

The soldiers did go away and their towns were torn down; 

and in the Moon of Falling Leaves (November), 

they made a treaty with Red Cloud that said our country would be ours as long as grass should grow and water flow. 

Black Elk

October Draws to a Close

In these closing days of the month most people will probably write about Hallowe'en.  I don't celebrate Hallowe'en so this isn't that kind of post but the photo content seems to fit the season.

This is a different sort of post for me.

I'm featuring a few photos and an attempt at a verse to go along with them.

spiders spin your web

on tangled roots standing tall

and catch bloated drops

 

  If you like to write poetry (it doesn't need to be Haiku) perhaps you would like to share a short verse about the two photos in the comment section.

That might be fun!

Haiku My Heart


If you don't want to do that, that's fine too.

Our World Tuesday



I wish you the very best for a fantastic November.