Shrivelled

December 4, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Wrung out, yet alive –Autumn berries cling to life,and I resonate. (For Cee’s FOTD. Day 2 of travel, and I am feeling the effects.)

Golden

November 24, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Life cycles ensurewhat once was green now golden –tribute to aging. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Autumn’s Pallette

November 23, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I love how this plant maintains its misty shade of green, while the leaves behind it succumb to weather’s demands. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Keys

November 22, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Gone is summer light lazy days contemplating – autumn turned the key. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day challenge)

Red Leaves

November 20, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Grey does not deter the hardiness of red leaves – autumnal soldiers. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Pink Mums

November 16, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Misinformed, green fails to fade to brown, clings to pink, conspires against Fall. (For Cee’s FOTD)

Apples

November 14, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Roadside offering – abundance of ripe apples await deer crossing. (for Cee’s FOTD)

Dahlia

November 12, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Days shorten, threaten – icy shards of rain torture lingering red holds. (Cee’s FOTD)

Flourescent

November 5, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

If a leaf can be boldly flourescent – then why should we hide our flair? (For Cee’s FOTD)

Leaf Contrasts (FOTD)

November 5, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Against a backdrop of fireworks and glory my leaves freckle, fade. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

The River

There’s a river runs between us,you and I.Our thoughts, like tears, are liquidcarried effortlessly by the current. But you and I,we stand on the banks, oblivious;ignoring the connection,proudly touting our individualism. Still the river flows,and all you’ve suffered,and all I’ve suffered,or dreamed, or imagined, or hoped,flows with it. Step into the water with me,feel our […]

Flock

Blossoming

It may be foolish of me, at my age and in my current condition, but I hang on to the hope that the pain of this effort is leading somewhere: renewal, new purpose, or at the very least, a blossoming.