#naturesbeauty
As the seasons turn, a story's spun,
Blooming flowers bring renewal and growth within.
Hope and promise in every bloom unfold,
New beginnings in vibrant rooms to behold.
Long days and vacations intertwine souls,
In harmony, hearts beat with gentle goals.
A cozy atmosphere, leaves changing hues,
Soil's richness yields a harvest of sweet Muse.
Shorter days, snow and frost descend,
A time for indoor pursuits that warm and mend.
Snuggling by the fire, warmth abides,
A season of reflection, love, and gentle tides.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 4:56 PM UTC
In the near-night morning
When the sun
Battling timidity
Avoided approaching the skies.
When birds laid slain with sleep
When the day
Had of late, been begotten
And laid suckling in the rocking ***** of time.
Upon an insomnia-provoked thought I pondered.
Wondering what the age of the sun might be.
Delved into some critical reasoning here.
Danced to the beats of deep philosophizing there.
Borrowing Plato's cloak....
The sun
Impregnated with heat
She sprays the earth with good shining.
Negotiating with darkness
She innovates light.
She constantly radiates a golden smile.
NO WRINKLES IN HER EYES, LIE!
Alas! Alas!
My thoughts procreated futility.
We may never know the age of the sun.
Apr 29, 2024
Apr 29, 2024 at 3:20 AM UTC
Fire dream from the sky
Clouds of White
will not pour
Enough.
Gulfs of sea carve-
riverbeds
shrubs, sediment
Leap out of view
Make Space
Share Life
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 2:58 PM UTC
Who would think a rose so sweet
Would dry and crumble at the feet
And blooms that scent the night and day
Would steal a heart, then fade away
With petals soft and fondly red
Sweet essence fills an addled head
Then turns to dust before the eyes
Leaving naught, but sad surprise
Who would think such thorny vine
Could lift a blossom as divine
And by the stem on which it stands
Could so wrong an offered hand
Such strength and beauty is rarely true
A blessing owned by very few
As 'neath the soil, in winters keep
There sleeps a rose to tear a cheek
Who would think that perfect bloom
Could be a bane, a curse of doom
So fine a sight, yet in disguise
A rose to ***** and blind the eyes
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC