Adieu

How bright the coloursunlight creating shadow –dramatic ending.

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Pondering Abstractions

The certainty of yesterdayhas slipped our grasplight deflecting truthtossing us into the abstract I ponder processand outcomes,will my mind to carry megliding between thermalsdissolving into vapours Some realities too hard to bear –dislodged, we tread the indeterminate. (I submit these images and poem to the challenges of Lens-Artists and Ragtag Community. While we try to […]

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Surrender

Silence and stealthWinter’s tactics advances during darknessasserts its white agenda. (For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: white.)

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First Signs

Green sprig, crimson pop –ornamental precursorto giving season. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

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Brown

Brown is autumn flavoured –sun-scorched bullrushesand dried milk pods –gravies stirringin roasting pans,the colour of my mood –earthen and readyfor Winter’s sojourn. For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: brown.

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More Hole Than Whole

The woman in the mirror is flawedage spots where freckles once sprouted,streaks of white, peppering former auburn,inner scars marking discontent. How then is she expectedto know wholeness? In days when mind was sharpself-confidence wobbled;when spirituality was planted,self-judgment undermined. The path to wholenesspitted with potholes. How often emotion overrodecommon sense, and choicesled her astray, how thickthe […]

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Ho, Ho, Oh No

Winter’s impatiencecrowns Autumn’s bearings with white –early Santa’s cap. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

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Autumn Berries

Where leaves have vanishedberries remain, nourishmentfor feathered migrants. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

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Overnight Invasion

A silent invader, the snowcreeps in overnight, transforms No weapons of war, just a softblanketing pronouncing victory Invasive and inevitable, we sigh acceptanceand still the river flows, for now. (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: In My Neighbourhood.)

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Maple Leaf

Tracing the lines of your perfection,I remember, childhood discoveries –wax paper and hot iron,the smell of fresh raked pranks,and what it means to be Canadian. I no longer make leaf art,nor partake of Autumn cleanup,but I have not forgottenthe power of your symbolismand how far we have yet to go. (For Cee’s Flower of the […]

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