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
“I know sometimes I can come off like a lonely spinster in a tower. That’s not me at all” Daphne Guinness
Towering
In the distance
The mere existence
In the presence of significance
The towering height
In all its might
Posted in honour of the month of December
Poetry and Photography
“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory…” John Geddes
December The First
December the first
Came with a burst
A sunrise most gorgeous
It’s almost flirtatious
Come what may
December made its way
Holiday season upon us
With sunshine in abundance
In honour of the month of November
Poetry and Photography
“The sky may fall on our heads tomorrow”
Just An Other Saturday?
Early morning
Dark skies
The wind howling
The rain pours
Just an other Saturday morning
In the month of November
More darkness to follow
Life empty and hollow
Through the window
The outside world
Only but a blur
But,
Just look out!
Something happens
A single white flake
Then an other
Could it be…
Snowing?
Lightness surrounding
From the skies to the ground
Happy thoughts, clear mind
Nothing more need I find
On just an other Saturday
In honour of the month November
Photography and Poetry
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Ordinary Days, Life in Suburbia
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Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“The dog doesn’t know the difference between Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, so I have to walk the dog early those days too” Donna Shalala
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Part Three
In honour of the month November
Photography and Poetry
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Ordinary Days, Life in Suburbia
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Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“The dog doesn’t know the difference between Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, so I have to walk the dog early those days too” Donna Shalala
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Part Two
Tired Tuesday?
Keeping darkness at bay
Light snow in the early morning hours
Maybe later some hail and rain showers
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
In honour of the month November
Photography and Poetry
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Ordinary Days, Life in Suburbia
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Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“The dog doesn’t know the difference between Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, so I have to walk the dog early those days too” Donna Shalala
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Part One
Mundane Monday?
No, not today
Snow, snow and then some
What more is yet to come?
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
In honour of the month of November and beginning of Winter
Poetry, Photography, Song
“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation” Paul Theroux
Sunday, 22nd of November, Part Two
On the 22nd day of November
The snow fall finally came
And one centigrade of minus degrees…
In honour of the month of November and beginning of Winter
Poetry, Photography, Song
“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation” Paul Theroux
Sunday, 22nd of November, Part One
On the 22nd day of November
The snow fall finally came
And one centigrade of minus degrees
The white dust on the ground
Everywhere to be found
Where the heck is my car
Couldn’t have left it far
Grabbed the snow shovel
Moving my muscles
Soon the path is clear
Feeling like a pioneer
On the 22nd day of November
The icy cold rain
Hit the bloody plane
Due to one centigrade of minus degrees
I just hope the roads won’t ice over
Or I’ll be prancing like a four leaf clover
Trying to cross the roads
In the early morning hours
On my way to work
Trying not to go berserk
When it’s really dark
Only dogs will bark
On the 22nd day of November
The snow fall finally came
The icy cold rain
Hit the bloody plane
Due to one centigrade of minus degrees
Rantings Of A Third Kind 