Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry
“The sky may fall on our heads tomorrow”
Just An Other Dark Day
Early morning
Dark skies
The wind howling
The rain pours
Just an other morning
In the month of December
continued in part two
Posted in the Throwback Thursday
You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars” Gary Allan
Dark Side of the Crescent Moon
In the darkness
Of the silent night
Staring into the blackness
With only guiding light
The crescent moon
Eyes fully tuned
Watching each step
So not to misstep
From the narrow road
With a stride slowed
The dark side tempting
But towards the light bending
Which side will win
And paint your skin
With its mark
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars” Gary Allan
The Dark Side of the Crescent Moon
In the darkness
Of the silent night
Staring into the blackness
With only guiding light
The crescent moon
Eyes fully tuned
Watching each step
So not to misstep
From the narrow road
With a stride slowed
The dark side tempting
But towards the light bending
Which side will win
And paint your skin
With its mark
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“Create around one at least a small circle where matters are arranged as one wants them to be” Anna Freud
Moon
Crescent moon
Full moon
A big white balloon
Wrapped up in a dark cocoon
Silence, the signature tune
Except,
When you are howling
At the moon
Poetry and Photography
“I love September, especially when we’re in it” Willie Stargell
September in Suburbia, Part One
Sunshine, rain, a rainbow
Blue skies, dark skies, a rainbow
The weather in constant turmoil
Life in constant recoil
Colours on the leaves turning
From green to bright red flaring
Observing through the viewfinder
All of Mother Nature’s wonder
“You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars” Gary Allan
The Dark Side of the Crescent Moon
In the darkness
Of the silent night
Staring into the blackness
With only guiding light
The crescent moon
Eyes fully tuned
Watching each step
So not to misstep
From the narrow road
With a stride slowed
The dark side tempting
But towards the light bending
Which side will win
And paint your skin
With its mark