Posted in the Daily Post: Ambience
“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present”
Paul Scott
Frozen Lake
The set-up, looking quite fake
With all these, frosted snow flakes
Covering, the frozen lake
It may be a cliche
This, wintery display
But allow me to explain
Then you decide
If this scenery of open wide
Is something you find
Enchanting
Posted in the Daily Post: Ambience
“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present”
Paul Scott
Sunrise
Sunlight reflected
On the waters neglected
Coolly, projected
Posted in the Daily Post: Ambience
“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present”
Paul Scott
Misty Morning
Early morning
Mist adorning
This little town
For most, unknown
Posted in the Daily Post: Ambience
“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present”
Paul Scott
Thunder Clouds
Grey clouds, filling the skies
Before the early morning sunrise
And soon, falling rain, the earth will baptize
Posted in the Daily Post: Ambience
“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present”
Paul Scott
Room with a View
Open the window wide open
The view, more than you were hoping
In this place, in this scene
Like nothing, you have ever seen
Posted in the Daily Post: Ambience
“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present”
Paul Scott
Fine Dining
A glass of wine
Suites just fine
Add a filled plate
And soon in a state
Of fine dining
You’ll be
Posted in the Daily Post: Ambience
“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present”
Paul Scott
Suburban Sunset
Suburban sky,
Painted red
For today’s
Sunset
“What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet”
William Shakespeare
What is in a name?
Does it come with fame?
If it doesn’t suite you, who’s to blame?
It’s all the same:
Just use what ever name they gave
And continue playing the game
“What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet”
William Shakespeare
A name on the mailbox
Something unlocks
A letter or a magazine
Or something new, never seen?
“What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet”
William Shakespeare
Before you ring the bell
And get under our spell
Check the name
On the door frame!
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