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.)
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 […]
How is it that a rose knowssecrets buried deep –that softness of hue,hardiness of bearing,can elicit such sentiment,unleash nostalgic ache? (Posted for Cee’s Flower of the Day. Image from my garden.)
Reassured, are weby the lines that definesolid constraintsto protect, or guide Not meant to obscure,although intended to shapeI follow some lines,can appreciatively conform outside the linesis more my naturepurely intellectuallya promise I make. (For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: lines)
My essence is flamewords, like petals, reaching high –transformative fire. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day. Don’t know what these beauties are, but am inspired by their flow.)
We mark the Equinoxwith prayers for a planetwaning in the marinadeof political corruption –too gilded to confessthe shameful disarray. (For Reena’s Exploration challenge: unbridgeable. Image from personal collection.)