POISON IVY (for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Bark or Leaves)

Some kisses are best lost in the wind Some embraces are best not received What delights the eyes can be poison to the soul Not having all that is desired may be the best gift of all. ~~~~ I thought that this shot of the sunset-lit Poison Ivy climbing a Maple tree is appropriate for

AUTUMN SNOW (for WPC: Descent 2)

Winter came in November the first snowfall was pristine falling fast like soggy puffs heavy with unfulfilled dreams. How the children squealed with delight and ran outdoors with open arms to catch the falling flakes with an expectant tongue. I watched from the window how the children danced while my heart retreated from the swirling

AUTUMN’S GIFT

A hummingbird suspended in the air a baby cardinal learning to fly a robin eggshell lying on the ground a pair of bluejays taking to the sky a flock of sparrows tearing from their bush brightened my quiet uneventful days then there are the roses that bloomed anew filling October with their fragrant bouquet Just

WEEDFLOWERS (for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Pastel)

Beauty in the wrong place unwanted grace labeled a weed  persecuted undefeated. ~~~~ For

BENEDICTION

Apples and roses incense the earth. Their fragrance infuse the breeze rising from the Creator’s hands. Blessed be Summer and her fecund womb that sustains body and soul. Blessed be Autumn and her solitude that gathers and nurtures the weary and lost. Who dares stop the world, disrupt its rhythm that only its happy dance

MORNING IS BEAUTIFUL

Morning is beautiful not for the sun lighting up the grey sky nor for the dew glittering like diamonds on gossamer gowns It is beautiful not for the songs that break the silence of the night accompanied by the beats of wings raring to take flight No. Even when there are no such delights Morning

OLD RED TRAIN STATION (for WPC: Endurance and Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Buildings)

I shuttered time inside my walls sealed my memories in a vacuum that they remain pure, unadulterated by the fetid air that swirls and erases everything that was then rewrites its story. How long could I stand the tides that weather my bones? Oblivion knocks on my door. The world shifts ever away from my

AUTUMN BEARS A GIFT

Autumn comes bearing a gift wrapped in velvet reds and fiery gold infused with Summer’s flavors. What a vision to behold this masquerade for his chilly airs that secretes decay’s odor. How soon the party ends the music shatters friends leave shadows reign and silence waits While Autumn does its work the heart hopes for

CLOWNS (for WPC: Humanity)

That second when guards go down when he thinks no one sees the true self shines. WPC: Humanity

FLEETING

The sun is setting on summer. Do I weep for the life that is going, the memories that will never return but only in the figment of dreams when silence reigns? or do I turn eyes full of wonder at the possibilities rounding the bend? My heart quakes with expectation and fear at what they