Dynamic

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

Fuchsia captivates,delicate veins erupting –explosive orchids. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Flower in Waiting

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

Asserting fragrance,waiting on winged visit –flower hosts stray ant. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Red and Green

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

A crimson latticeframes the verdant luxuryof velvety moss. (For Cee’s flower of the day.)

Prickly Pear

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

Not flower-like, but noteworthy. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Imbibing

January 23, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Winged creaturessip sweetness, inhale yellow –intoxication. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Yellow with Buzz

January 14, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I am vibrancy –sunshine sweetened with nectar –help me spread the vibe. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Christmas Red, but…

December 25, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Coral bean pods burstexpose brilliance of red –not to be eaten. For Cee’s Flower of the Day

Royal Visit

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

Unassuming mauveattracts royalty – delightscommon bystander. (For Cee’s FOTD.)

Little Red

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

Even tiny bloomsaspire to splendour – assertpassionate colour. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Multi-coloured Floral

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

Found this multi-coloured bloom in a butterfly garden. (For Cee’s FOTD)

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)