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“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond,
frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory…”
― John Geddes

One Day in December 

The sun is quickly fading, into the horizon
The sky turning grey, all colours soon to fade

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry

“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond,
frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory…”
― John Geddes

One Day in December 

The fire brightly burning, one flame slowly churning
The sun almost gone, merging, into the dark horizon

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry

“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond,
frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory…”
― John Geddes

One Day in December 

The setting sun, painted the sky in colours
Red, yellow, blue, even with a darker hue

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry

“This must be Thursday.
I never could get the hang of Thursdays.”
Douglas Adams

Thursday 

“Do you consider yourself lucky?”

She asked and turned towards Chucky,
Who was standing there mouth agape
Like he’d just seen a really odd ducky

“I guess…”

Chucky managed to stutter,
Pondering what next to utter
As the gorgeous sunset
Had his heart in a state of flutter
But soon, managed to recover
And out loud to only whisper

“Yes, I am very lucky”

Continuing staring
Up high
Into the red sky,
Still flaring