A Dandelion flower and a feather in my garden, Tarlton (Gauteng, South Africa)
The internet is full of “when you find a feather, what does it mean?” I read up on some of these and the overall conclus…
…she slipped ever deeper into the darkness of the expanding crack. “Even the sun has deserted me,” she cried. “I have only the stark cold light of the moon to comfort me in my despair.”
Have you ever wondered about space and I don’t mean space here on Earth.
I mean up there in space.
Does it travel for trillions of trillions of trillions of miles even more than we can count?
Some days some places I gaze upon
your emerald beauty as the sun dances on your surface.
Other days other places I get lost
in your sapphire blue crystal tranquility.
I’m drawn into your power, st…
Tue, 4 August 2015
The spider’s touch, how exquisitely fine!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
I was SO excited this morning – discovered an Orb-web spider…
But what’s the use of dreaming,
As I watch the children play,
They have the whole future,
To do what they have to do.
This Dragonfly (Odonata – Green Darner, Anax junius – Common Green Darner) has donned her Spring finery, a bright blue, lacy little bra! Caught her getting a bit of a suntan on the rocks…
On water’s edge she pauses
Transcends all thought and form
In heavens arms she wavers
Before the brink of dawn
This woman of the ocean
Who knows no thought but this
The cool, the clear, the sea foam
It was still a bit wet on the ground.. the sun shining through…………I didnt got the chance to see him.Yet my beautiful dress played out and got dirty later on.
She was gone, or i was gone running….? finally back home….? or where….. I dont know. What i do clearly remember is that was a soft, white beautiful, Marria like hand touched me.
Why do you weep, beautiful Willow?
Why do your branches bend low?
Is it true you cry, when someone dies
That is a poor, lost, tortured soul?
Why do you weep, lovely Willow?
Why do your branches hang down…
Sarah wrinkled her nose and, under her breath, cursed her keen sense of smell. That faint tang of oranges is all it needed! How long had it been since she and Jerry had first meet? Ten years? More? H…
I sat by myself in the park one day,
watching the world go by,
and an old man came to sit down beside me
uttering a mourning sigh.
What’s the matter, old fellow? I asked with a smile.
He turned and…
The paths of love are ever long,
beset with all the traps
which make a weary heart.
So, lady, dancing in my dreams
and forever present in my daily thoughts,
do you know how much I love you?
But then, how…
You have not changed since I first met you
all those years ago.
And, lady, now we meet again
when life has dealt us both so many blows.
And I am filled with warm delight to know
that time has not dimin…
In a woody glade, by a field of ripening corn,
A young boy lay, lost in thought and dreaming.
A midday sky of mid-summer blue warmed his face
and as he lay, he watched a cloud, a lonely cloud,
She was so used
to doing things
on her own.
Such a dusty day…….
putting the stallions away….
in the corral.
The sun was setting.
She was ready for
that pot of
Oh, dead leaves,
what beauty you still have.
Your golden, reddish, and brown hues.
Once perched to the veins
of your mother……..
to love another.
Your dead decay