snowdrift hides dead flower shrubs and feathers my hands are ice-numbed, knitted white, blued feathers pine and fir trees weave their gree...

the lagoon soft sands & shimmering  i lost track of time forgetting how quickly this  turned to high tides, rocky-rolling i swallowed sa...

We chatter to sangrias and songs In Vintage tees, we cheer to yesterdays Look up, there's a full moon beckoning- A blue moon, silk &...

this kiss, yours -  is an unbridled sonnet tart as wild juniper berries in gin brimming with seduction & sloppy grin unpredictable as cr...

let's red-chalk the sky with celestial wings of dragonfire let's stamp the trees with blizzard of star lights let's singe the ga...

harvest moon, cast your magic spell- moonshine above the trees, we'll dwell on your milky dreams, do not tell us poets that we cannot wr...

  I thought him first a ferryman, but I was wrong. He wore the night as one walks with a cane.   Slipping on an ancient body, he was  an old...

  the days blur in sulfur   time is raging sky of crimson & smoke and come nights your eyes are teacups of insomnia  the intensity of yo...

maple trees are white-coated as clouds while strings of christmas lights sway to chilly wind windows are darkening their frames ...

                                                          Grace@Everyday Amazing my bony fingers searched for your shoulder of green ...

Many moons ago, I was looking forward to a celebration milestone.   A fun event filled with flowers, colorful banners and a giant birthday ...

You are the fisherman crouching-  rod, reel, cast nets, tackle, pliers-  wearing boots and jacket to ward off the chill of cold misty m...

My clumpy make-up in cotton   balls are scattered myrrh Suds swallow my freckles    washing away oil & dirt There's a lot of...

The city lights move in rhythmic march, like ants following the sugar trail up and down the streets.  There's always a new event coming...

Sun Photography by Alan Friedman Sun Star, you're the faithful one stirring our eyes to fire shaping seeds to ripe fruits. S...

is fa din g  above willow tre e sky is cha meleon clou d grass is  white- frosted dus t as you turn,  gleam ing half-spo on crescent ...

I hide doors  I dye garments blue Until candles melt to blackness Ashes coil & crown yew trees kings Wild is your murmuring ...

Photography Credit:   Reena of Missing Moments moon-lit night, dazzling symphony of light and shadows   ~0~0~  concert ...