It’s never the sun’s intention to prevent us from seeing what we believe we can see.
Dreams once clearly envisioned and brightly lit. Now seemingly darkened deep and wiped away.
While we grumble our annoyance over its refusal to shine a little longer on the days we need it most. How we conveniently forget..
that it’s the earth who turns away like a selfish child
leaving us wild eyed in the shadows.
that it is the sun who remains like a gracious mother
willing to give us as much time as it takes.
Poem by Ramsy
Photo by Encaustic Exposures
Ramsy's Joint 