sky keeps the secret

every november they traveled from adjacent towns for the weekend. crossed the half-sunken bridges spanning the boggy marsh. never to be seen again. a grey sky kept the secret in the eyes of the old spotted owl.   #katyamills

river road

one late night

driving along the river

in fog and light taking rain

a great owl swooped low across the road

and took our breath

its speckled grey coat 

illuminated 

some say good luck some

say bad. our thoughts 

land on friends we lost 

who crashed aside this road how 

sad. tonight we give our tears 

it's all we have

#katyamills