Photography & Poetry
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Aim for the moon. If you miss, you may hit a star” W. Clement Stone
September Moon
The view from my room
A beautiful crescent moon
Lighting the dark night sky
How I would love to fly
High up, up there
Into the stratosphere
And visit the man on the moon
Like shown in the cartoon
Photography & Poetry
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Keep looking up! I learn from the past, dream about the future and look up. There’s nothing like a beautiful sunset to end a healthy day” Rachel Boston
September Sunset
The evening sky painted red
Unfortunately it was time for bed
But chose to go out instead
And admire the colourful display
Mother nature had sprayed
From her can of colourful paint
Snapped a few pix
Just for the kicks
Before the nightly eclipse
“The storm starts, when the drops start dropping. When the drops stop dropping then the storm starts stopping” Dr. Seuss
Stormy Weather
Thunder and lightning
Onto the ground striking
The stormy weather
Bringing hail and rain
Forget the touch of the feather
No more dreams of the sunny
Time to wake up honey
We are not in Spain
Anymore…
Photography & Poetry
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“If you want to see the sunshine, you have to weather the storm” Frank Lane
September Rain
Rain, rain, rain
Falling down the plain
The little droplets
On the surface
Colours of autumn
Fully in blossom
“Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul… but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.” Peggy Toney Horton
A September Day in Espoo, On the Street
Heading to the streets
Stumbling on my feet
But not to worry
I was in no hurry
Luckily someone
Had left the seat out
“Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul… but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.” Peggy Toney Horton
A September Day in Espoo, Home Base
Hopeful of a little sunshine
Trying to unwind
Small steps here and there
Enjoying the cool air
Still a little shaky
But no more breaky
The shutter clicking
Nature truly ass-kicking
Every minute an adventure
Bring it on September!
“Paradise is a state of being, more than just the name of a suburb or a home” Raquel Cepeda
September Sunset in Suburbia
The sun is setting
Day fading into night
Time to count the blessings
Turn on the street lights
Sooner than later
Slumber will cater
Silence over suburbia
Will replace the hysteria
Photography & Poetry
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“My favourite poem is the one that starts ‘Thirty days hath September’ because it actually tells you something” Groucho Marx
September
Oh bitter sweet September
The time for splendor
The nature soon covered
With a variety of beautiful colours
The illusion of warmth
Before the storm
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