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)

Friday Follies (on Saturday)

November 10, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

There are so many things to be said about this photo, but I’ll just leave it here: Submitted for Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

Milk Pods (FOTD)

November 9, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Do wishes come true? I remember milk pod dreams – seeds of hope carried on late summer gusts – winter hovering on the sideline. (Cee’s Flower of the day challenge)

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)

Can You See Me? (FOTD)

October 27, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

To yellow I flock, my wings a-blur – can you see me? (Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Petunia Persistence (FOTD)

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

Last of its breed, this pretty purple persists. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Marigolds! (Flower of the Day)

October 10, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

How fitting that autumn’s flowers should be so bright! (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Cee’s Flower of the Day: Sunflower

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

Cee has invited me to join in even though I don’t know the name of many flowers. I do love to photograph them though, and this sunflower really spoke to me on my walk a couple of days ago. Sadly, as I passed it by this evening, the petals are all gone and the stalk […]

End the Fray

This breach –this ever-widening gapfear inducedpits usagainst themas if humanitycan be dividedsalvationa selective process. We need a balmto soothe societalwounds, a tonicto calm the angstuntil clarityquells the uproarand kindnessreplaces this sin. (Poem originally appeared June 2019. Image my own)

Why We Write (tanka)

Memo to Self

Awakened by a crash just past midnight, I quickly realized my husband was not in bed and had fallen again. It’s the second time in two weeks. He couldn’t get back up. Paramedics arrived within minutes. Three strapping men had him on his feet again in no time. He was jostled but okay. I laid […]