The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Harmony
“Art is a harmony parallel with nature” Paul Cezanne
Winter
Cold, white and monochrome
Nature silent under the snowy dome
But, when the sun paints a triple rainbow
The beauty will bring you to an awe
The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Harmony
“Art is a harmony parallel with nature” Paul Cezanne
Winter
Cold, white and monochrome
Nature silent under the snowy dome
But, when the sun paints a triple rainbow
The beauty will bring you to an awe
The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Harmony
“Art is a harmony parallel with nature” Paul Cezanne
Summer
In the cooling summer breeze
All the wild flowers will breathe
Until it is time, for the winter’s freeze
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.” ― E.E. Cummings
Fluffy, Soft, White (Daily Photo 2016-01-10)
Fluffy, soft and white
In the softest of light
Tiny jewels flickering
Waking the slumbering
Into a bright white blossom
In the snow as light as cotton
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“Being glamorous is about strength and confidence It’s black and white – dramatic You have to be strong” Catherine Zeta-Jones
White
White or off-white
The white knight
Of the floral world
Traditionally pearled
Fully in bloom
Filling the room
With light
Ever so bright
The Daily Post Photo Challenge: Transition
For this week’s challenge, share an image that depicts transition. Let life itself be your muse.
Part Four: Winter

“In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer” Albert Camus
Winter
Brightness surrounding
Snow’s blanket covers all
Feeling my heart pounding
Cannot help but feeling small
The world seemingly wider
Nothing, but snow as a divider
Photography and Poetry
“August, the summer’s last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor” Henry Rollins
August Skies
Blue, darker, black
White, grayer, black
The days are getting shorter
The sunlight but a quarter
The clouds gathering
Soon the sun capturing
More rain to be expected
Into our souls reflected
In the August skies
The truth lies
The summer’s end