I tried to take a photo of the moon.
In my photo ignorance, I didn't capture it,
not the raw beauty of the night-
nor the wind with ice in it,
nor the rattling of leaves under my feet.
My camera missed the burn of cold in my fingers,
and steam from hot chai when I came inside,
and the warmth of laughter around the table.
My skill is inadequate,
my words feeble,
my heart full.
68. warm coats on cold nights
69. clear skies and moonlight
70. bare tree limbs against a darkening sky
71. the sound of wind from inside a warm house
72. pork chops and broccoli
73. biscuits and maple syrup