Like luminous petals falling Over lush green lawns your Violet verses float down in Eloquent abundance.
Love-filled lyrics pervade the ether Elegant stanzas resonate with rhyme Tantalising texts torment my senses Tempting cantos seep into my soul Eternal love spills from your pen while Rhythms of ecstasy permeate my heart.
Written in response to
‘s Sadje What do You See # photo prompt. 65
Image credit: Simona Sergi @ Unsplash. The image shows an envelope hanging by a white thread. In the background there is a house entrance
My puppy wears a Christmas hat
is there something wrong with that?
He stares intently back at me
by the light of the Christmas tree
Two dark eyes and round back nose
what he’s thinking no one knows
But I think that I can guess
okay, boy, more is less!
Written in response to Sadje ‘s What do You See #62 photo prompt.
Image credit: Rhaúl V. Alva @ Unsplash . The image shows a puppy wearing a Christmas hat, sitting in a bed. You can see the Christmas tree lit up in the background
Standing on the threshold, your future unmapped who knows what adventures lie ahead? which paths will you take? which avenues will you dawdle down? what rewards will you seek?
Everything lies before you the big world beckons. Choose wisely, my son but not too wisely. Life’s not a dress rehearsal.
Written in response to Sadje ’s What Do You See #50 photo prompt. Image credit: Sean Lee – Unsplash
Meditating in the moment
watching silent wings beat softly
in bright iridescence
inhaling the essence
of fragrant flowers
before being laid to rest
on their beautiful bower.
She, who today, has been chosen
to atone for all our sins
the balm to soothe the breast
of our broken mother, Gaia.
Written in response to Sadje ’s photo prompt. What Do You See #37
Image credit: Stefan Keller on Pixabay
You danced for me
early that morning
when you walked me home
from the party.
Dawn was breaking,
early morning sun
shone over the river.
Your steps were so light,
we were both so free.
Now you dance no more.
But I at least still have that
early morning memory.
Written in response to photo prompt. Sadje ’s What Do You See #28
Image credit: Zhugher on Pixabay