Overnight Invasion

November 13, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A silent invader, the snowcreeps in overnight, transforms No weapons of war, just a softblanketing pronouncing victory Invasive and inevitable, we sigh acceptanceand still the river flows, for now. (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: In My Neighbourhood.) Advertisements

Atmospheric

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

Orange sky,wire fence –stay out implied. Silken cloudssurf Autumn hues –seasonal moodiness. (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week Challenge: atmospheric.)

Autumn Blessings

October 31, 2019.Reading time 1 minute.

Pre-camera years, I bemoaned the arrival of Autumn as Winter’s harbinger. The lens, however, has the magical ability to transform one’s perceptions. Suddenly, I have new appreciation for golden forests, and white flowers lingering against a backdrop of fallen leaves: Even the robin, typically associated with the onset of Spring, exudes new charm amid the […]

A Sign?

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

Remember the Vern and Ernest commercials? Ever since “Vern” has been the nickname Mom and I call each other. Always makes us smile. Who knew our small town houses such fame? (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week: signs)

Sun and Water

October 15, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Sun meets waterin a tranquil kiss a perfect pairingnature’s bliss. (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week challenge: sun and water.)

Hands Say It All

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

Gleeful anticipation. (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: hands)

Changing Seasons

October 1, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Summer greens dig in, regale the warmth of dayswhile Autumn creeps, spreading reds and golds. For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week challenge: changing seasons. .

Alone

Soft, the day’s fading light, hushed, the manic pace – my heart’s rhythm lulled beats a nostalgic melody – love’s memories bittersweet. (Tuesdays, I post a poem from Twitter. You can follow me @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)

Broken Shell

Cocooned, I am enclosed, secure shut down Ignore initial stirring – like a skipped heartbeat Convinced this retreat is cemented Have had enough life too harsh soul too sensitive and yet, there it is again – gathering momentum uninvited sensations, emotions morphing into words commanding expression growing wings, battering my barriers flocking towards light poems […]

Grownup?

Armed with plans and guidelines, we ready for life’s climb, unaware that childhood, untamed and intact, takes the lead.

One Woman's Quest II

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