Days that nibble at your soul Little whispers of what's to come Of things you can and cannot control Like a play with no script or acts...only seasons All you can do is breathe...listen to your heart And hope your gestures aid in the creation of another day

Days that nibble at your soul
Little whispers of what's to come
Of things you can and cannot control
Like a play with no script or acts...only seasons
All you can do is breathe...listen to your heart
And hope your gestures aid in the creation of another day

Blush...

The seeds we plant unknowingly...and the flowers that bloom, so many years later...

A quiet surrender.

"There is enough poetry and enough cosmos and enough infinite in another human being or a rock or a waterfall...or a half smile"
#LeonardoDaVinci

The awakening can take a lifetime...

Omg YES!!! ❤️🐶

You are so loved and I adore you my dear friend...we can't wait to see you 😊❤️

Lost in the forest...

Lost in the forest...

Lost in the forest...

Lost in the forest...

Lost in the forest...

Exhale...

Exhale...

Lone Dandelion with a little visitor...

Lone Dandelion with a little visitor...

Lone Dandelion with a little visitor...

Lone Dandelion with a little visitor...🌼🐝🌞

RIP

RIP

Somewhat, yes 😊

Transition

Transition...

I am the climb
You risk to take
Color outside the lines
Look within & embrace

I am the leap
Off a high dive
Braving to go deep
#Delay death & dare to rise

I am the love
That never dies
#Hop to stars as if #Skerries above
Weave Your Words Across Life’s Sky

#BraveWrite #vss365 #Poetry
#micropoetry

tricolor heron stealth the swamp spanish moss dress the grand cypress Loxahatchee National Wildlife Refuge photograph by: Rich D @baronderosa.bsky.social

tricolor heron
stealth the swamp
spanish moss dress
the grand cypress

Loxahatchee National
Wildlife Refuge

photo by: Rich D
@baronderosa.bsky.social

…hands stained with colors of a dream…

old bookstore
creaking floors
and quiet people

Every autumn, I shed the saddest of my songs so they may find their way to spring.

Let’s take some light and float joy on it, and fill thus the night sky to stare at between dreams.

the words
and poetry
we hide
inside of

Come sit with me

Christmas should be cheaper this year now that everyone is mad at each other

Stardust became her…a second skin in a world gone grey…

Practice gratitude as the antidote for discontent.