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.)

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.)

Like a Sunset

January 28, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Nature replicates –borrows fiery sunset hues,sets petals ablaze. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Delectable

January 24, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Pops of red entice,punctuate wintry scene –Spring around corner. (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.)

Beach Blooms

January 22, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Coarseness of gravel,spikes of hollowed reeds – yellowboldly intervenes. (For Cee’s FOTD)

Hit Pause

I thumb through social media, make lists, scan through photos, put the kettle on, check emails… …evade the moment… What am I afraid will happen if I just pause and be? Maybe I should I try it and see… (Image my own)

Now That I Matter

The times I waited –restless and ragingdeliberately put on holddismissed, degraded, ignored. Why did I put up with that?Was I so afraid I’d lose it all?So uncertain about a future? How the children came to meneed in their eyes, little armsbegging to be embraced,and I too blinded to reach outfixated on the anger, powerless,immersed myself […]