Flower moon and fawns
When the flower moon turns its pale face to the evening dusk, the sun has barely set. Black-birds still holler and the scent of bird cherries fills the May twilight. […]
When the flower moon turns its pale face to the evening dusk, the sun has barely set. Black-birds still holler and the scent of bird cherries fills the May twilight. […]
When we got closer to the sea we saw how the chill of winds over water had made the spring progress a little slower. We felt like gaining back some […]
As deep within the folds he finds her luscious nectar to devour until she wither she might bind but then he leaves for younger flower Shanyn runs dVerse Poetics today […]
in the garden thread in Buddha’s footsteps – scent of flowers — Linked to Carpe Diem — October 13, 2013
Carpe Diem prompt today is early bloom. Right here in Sweden the only bloom would be ice flowers. But why not bring up the plum flower we had as kigo […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff