I like list prompts/tasks. I’ve used all 8 words. And added a twist of my own. (All of which equals … LONG. BREAK! WAHOO!) 4WD the moon is a lake of glory glory silvering the jeep you drive drive so carelessly over over the breastbone…

Heat rising humidity building unhealthy air breathing difficult storms later, maybe no relief heatwave

Soft canopy shades, Moon’s glory crept across the Lake with time to spare.   Floating Lue August 13, 2016

  the moon was bright, full in all her glory we drove for hours, under tree-lined canopy an evening picnic, by the moon lit lake Down the long winding dirt road we drove for hours, under tree-lined canopy we talked all the while, as the…

It hit me so hard. I didn’t think I could ever come back from it but somehow you managed to pull me through to the other side.

Fourteen-stories of hotel towered over downtown Minneapolis; the massive pine by our back drive stretched nearly to the tenth the bottom boughs canopied out, branches looping upward, forming a cozy, sweet-smelling cave we rented out rooms, not the tree still, guests were often staying  there…

Poem TWELVE has been removed and now appears on chocolate is a verb, 29 August 2016.

MOON DITTIE Glory to the moon that shines above shooting its  beams to the lake below.   Make no  mistake it may not always be there.   Don’t panic my friend, I hear Gods got a spare.

she liked to call Monday her Sabbath and eat peaches at the lake under a canopy of beach elms with the squirrels chattering brave enough to scanter across her picnic blanket stealing peaches for themselves celebrating in glory their bounty which they didn’t have to…

I want to sing of His glory and offer Him a song from my heart For He will, by the covenant of His love, vigorously compel my weak flesh to everlasting life