i think of the lantern flies hibernating in the winter
(their beauty and their destructiveness)
i think about the sculptural tree fungus
(some fungus is good and some is harmful)
i grieve the space dog, Laika
(why, why, why did they have to send her into space?)
my lost heart locket haunts me, 50 years later
(if i bought another, would it heal the longing?)
maybe some tea would be good right now
(lemon ginger or peppermint?)
spanishwoods 
While you have your thoughts, I have mine.
May I join you for tea?
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Absolutely yes!
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Wonderful! I’ll bring cookies…
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Oh, yes, you have lots of company in wee hour ponderings! 🙂
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I’ll put the kettle on…
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😊 ☕️
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What they did to the dog is like what they are doing to Ukrainians.
The tea sounds excellent!
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man’s capacity for cruelty astounds me
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I love the frozen fungus. Wonderful poem.
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Thank you Timothy!
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Ah now I know what woke me up tonight during the wee hour in the dead of night. The whistling tea kettle and the crunching cookies. ❤
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Ha! You’ll be right over?
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You bet =) ❤
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These and more are the thoughts we think as we decipher the universe and our place in it.
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you could be right Roger….
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Love the thoughts and the photo, Sylvia. Camomile. Earl Grey. I too think of Laika and look to the stars…
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Oh yes, good tea choices 🙂 and also yes, the stars….
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There is a short documentary on YouTube about the Soviet/Russian space program. They short cut on everything. So what happened to Laika is what they did/do with their own cosmonauts. Why we ever let them participate on ISS is beyond me.
“Earl Grey, hot” the drink of Captain Picard on Star Trek:TNG.
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