the flight of wildflowers
allow me just this, to shine as I did before I am blown away. DAILY PROMPT :: fluff Continue reading the flight of wildflowers
allow me just this, to shine as I did before I am blown away. DAILY PROMPT :: fluff Continue reading the flight of wildflowers
my breath you steal upon cresting the hill and down i go that well-trodden way past the asters and chickory towards the woods again we go. Definition of idyll 1 a :a simple descriptive work in poetry or prose that deals with rustic life or pastoral scenes or suggests a mood of peace and contentment b :a narrative poem (such as Tennyson’s Idylls of the … Continue reading an idyll for Euston
layers :: for the weekly photo challenge Continue reading Layers Of A Riverbank
this spring day with the light just right upon the grass the teasel dances in the afternoon. Continue reading the walk at euston park
we return, again and she runs ahead with her joyful abandon Continue reading back to the orchard
a catalytic force of liberation and lessons once in a while my coyote trickster as i walk by these now usual haunts whispers Continue reading transmutation
last night the howling winds of November laid down its white carpet after he escaped the city, and me, on the hunt for that rare thing sleep perchance to dream to extract the madness from his mind but I just remember concrete, vaguely and i am lost underneath a blanket of forgotten time those things he can not protect me from will not may not … Continue reading and winter had arrived
for The Weekly Photo Challenge / Local Continue reading My Old South
So here I am, at home, in Tim’s big wicker chair, typing away to you, whilst listening to the Hip concert on CBC radio. Lex invited me out there, bunch getting together to watch the concert, in good ol’Canadian Garage Party style. Yet, I decided nay. Actually, Mom, I was all set to go. Had gone for a bike ride in the afternoon, and was … Continue reading “I never saw someone say that before…” :)
Irish is out on the stoop, eye’s half closed, in resting pose. Birds greet the morning light. And I? I sit here in this old wicker armchair of Tim’s, typing away. Typing if only because they say that to one day have any chance at all of attracting that whiff of inspiration, one must show up every day. So here I am. I sit hear … Continue reading Chick-a-dee-dee-dee & A Rat-Ta-Tat-Tat
for the Weekly Photo Challenge | Seasons Continue reading When Winter Finally Arrived