Posted in the Daily Photo series
Holiday celebration (Christmas season)
Poetry & Photography
“Santa has it great. I buy all the toys. He gets all the credit.”
Mrs Claus (Daily Photo 2015-12-24)
Mrs Claus
Without applause
Doing her bid
Without a quid
Yuletide
Without the bride
Of Santa
Would be banter
No jolly
Or celebration folly
For me
Or you
Posted in the Daily Photo series
In honour of the month of December
Poetry & Photography
“I love berries. Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, black berries, anything with an ‘errie’ in it!” Jordin Sparks
Delicious
Red, juicy, delicious
My one and only precious
You make me so jealous
Driving me reckless
With all your freshness
I am getting restless
One bite of your essence
Leaves me breathless
You left me this impression
So, hear my confession
You are my obsession
I wish, my possession
My red delicious all so merry
My one and only Strawberry
Posted in the Daily Photo series
In honour of the month of December
Poetry & Photography
If you see the sunset, does it have to mean something? If you hear the birds singing does it have to have a message?” Robert Wilson
Saturday Sunset, Part Two
An ordinary Saturday
On a December’s eve
Stepping into a sleigh
For a ride to leave
On a track
To watch the sunset
The colours a reminder
Of the season’s binder
Posted in the Daily Photo series
In honour of the month of December
Poetry & Photography
“I envy people who can just look at a sunset. I wonder how you can shoot it. There is nothing more grotesque to me than a vacation” Dustin Hoffman
Saturday Sunset, Part One
“The sky is on fire, the sky is on fire!”
The peasant from the ancient times shouted
As the red clouds into the skies sprouted
Running as fast as he could
Before the skies on him fall would
Simply out of fear
Not knowing of the beauty so near
Shivering in his cellar
Like an old yellar
Some hundreds years later
Not a sunset hater
Eagerly awaiting
A sunset most breathtaking
Posted in the Daily Photo series
In honour of the month of December
Poetry & Photography
“Red is the ultimate cure for sadness” Bill Blass
Red
Red is my colour
Try not to follow
Red is my attitude
No intended platitude
Watch me bloom
As my nom de plume
Is Red
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“To have my cake and eat it too?… hm… eat it!”
Chocolate Cake 
It’s just a cake
Nothing fake
Some sugar and spice
All the things nice
And do not forget
The best ingredient
What is it?
What else for a ‘holic
But dark chocolate
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars” Gary Allan
Early Morning Sunrise with Crescent Moon, Daily Photo 2015-12-07, Part Three
The storms have finally passed
The moon its light trying to cast
The sun pushing its way with a blast
Daylight waving its flag in the mast
Oh how I wish this forever could last
But only for a passing moment
Then it’s all over way too fast
Darkness has covered the skies alas
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars” Gary Allan
Early Morning Sunrise with Crescent Moon, Daily Photo 2015-12-07, Part Two
The storms have finally passed
The moon its light trying to cast
The sun pushing its way with a blast
Daylight waving its flag in the mast
Oh how I wish this forever could last
But only for a passing moment
Then it’s all over way too fast
Darkness has covered the skies alas
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars” Gary Allan
Early Morning Sunrise with Crescent Moon, Daily Photo 2015-12-07, Part One
The storms have finally passed
The moon its light trying to cast
The sun pushing its way with a blast
Daylight waving its flag in the mast
Oh how I wish this forever could last
But only for a passing moment
Then it’s all over way too fast
Darkness has covered the skies alas
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“The moon puts on an elegant show, different every time in shape, colour and nuance” Arthur Smith
Pale Moonlight
Have you ever pranced around
In the pale moonlight?
Bare feet in the middle of the night?
The neighbours bringing to a fright?
With a big grin and out of smite?
Why?
Because, I always ask that from all my friends.
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