There is a certain beauty to a foggy morning. The trees framed in soft light against the sky.
The peony shut tight against the dampness and darkness of the morning.
The mushroom cup holding a sip of dew.
The dandelion seeds pulled together in dampness.
The rose petal drooping with the weight of the morning dew drops.
Look and see the beauty of a foggy morning.
Once in a blue moon
you find some friends
(or they find you)
Who stand with you
through ups and downs
thick and thinWho laugh at your jokes
dance in your happiness
drink to life and loveWho sit with you in tragedy
hold you when you are afraid
brush away your tearsWho love you
just the way you are
no matter whatOnce in a blue moon
you find some friends
(or they find you)True blue friends
Photo: August’s Blue Moon over Mount Pilchuck, Washington. By Beth A. Richardson.
All the Wonders 