A Blaze of Tulips

June 21, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Earth, nurtured by sun,celebrates her glory, growsa blaze of tulips. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Thistle in Bloom

March 11, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Flower of the Day.

Brown Eyes

March 7, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

There’s a fly in my eye…. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Oh, Scarlet!

March 6, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Incessant the breezeswaying target elusive –scarlet begged a shot. For Cee’s flower of the day.https://ceenphotography.com/2019/03/05/fotd-march-6-2019-wildflowers/

Dainty Pinks

March 5, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Winter still hoversand yet, delicate pink bloomscelebrate Springtime. For Cee’s flower of the day.

Hello Colour!

March 4, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Flower of the Day.

Her Colours

February 21, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Red and white – coloursof a sister’s soul – I mournvibrancy’s passing. (Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Purple Wisp

February 20, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Insignificancedoes not apply to nature’screations – each speckintegral to overallviability. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Compatibility

February 19, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Delicate pink blushsubmits to passionate red –floral agreement. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Tree Fruit

February 18, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Luscious orange tree –symbol of tropical clime,sign that I’ve escaped. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day. Not a flower, but a beautiful sight all the same.)

Monday Mood: Stretched too far

Saturday we packed up the garage (with help). Dusty, dirty, and exhausting. Sunday we attended and then hosted a farewell party for our Ukrainian roommate, who is going back to Ukraine despite all our protests. Yes, two separate gatherings. Heart wrenching. This morning, we visited our new apartment building to get set up with a […]

Let Me Sleep

Like an orphaned treeshivering in a coat of frost my soul wandersdreamless, alone a nobody, nowherein the pre-dawn chill. Beckoned by first lightbody twisting wakens Consciousness clingsto desolate slumber then, reluctantlyreality brings me home. (Image my own)