Dahlia

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

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

Buzzing (FOTD)

November 8, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Greedily lapping life’s bounty, buzzing manic – as if death is near. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Withering (FOTD)

November 7, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Others die, succumb but spirit holds fast, believes – defies withering. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

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)

A Rose for Love (FOTD)

November 2, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Hardy as a rose resisting Fall’s warning chill – our love does not fade. (Cee’s flower of the day)

Ready for Hallowe’en

October 29, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Garden shadows paint a Halloween scene – yellow blooms soften the scare. For Cee’s Flower of the Day.

Oh, Susan! (FOTD)

October 26, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Brown-eyed Susans wild with yellow pizzazz – brighten Autumn’s chilly days. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Autumn’s Flames (FOTD)

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

Flames of autumn roar in contrast to summer’s blue – seasonal parlance. (Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Fading Pink (Flowers of the Day)

October 15, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Cheer for summer’s hues fading with finesse – brightly embracing their end. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Webbed (Flower of the Day)

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

Spider’s web clinging – shares this wish for purple’s stay – autumn’s light waning. (Cee’s flower of the Day. This was the last of our Rose of Sharon.)

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 […]