From my bedroom window at dawn, I watched two small deer walk down my seldom used woodland road. A camera on the bookcase was only a few inches from my grasp, but in awe I stood transfixed...
April PAD Challenge Day 2 from Robert Brewer the 2nd of the two for Tuesday prompt from that Tuesday to write a dark poem.
Nature reveals her daytime glory at the dawn. Poems on dawn and the breaking of the sun.
Sunday morning is more than just another winter day over the beautiful woodlands of Maine.
Each sunset by the seaside never fails to bring a sense of great comfort and home to me....
Flowing water holds a magic on me. That's where poetic thoughts pour out and that's where God of my Fathers speaks to me.
Before the first buds of spring there is a tenderness that touches the soul. Early spring in Maine has a unique beauty, raw and somehow quite desperate...
April PAD Challenge Day 1 2013 from Robert Brewer's blog. Write a new arrival poem and in this case arrival of spring.
Before I make Easter brunch, I am sending all my Wiknut friends an Easter card from Maine.
He lives...I know this, because I don't believe he would bring me this far to leave me
Write a poem on A Cosmic Rosebud through the picture attached.
It is the time of March thaw in Maine, though the ground is still barren, drab, and frozen. The sea and sky let us view wondrous color, and our hopes of spring.
Red Dancer, dancing in red, spinning around the stars
The sea, for me, always brings back fond memories, when life was carefree and March was just a promise away from spring...
Probably we have all experienced being betrayed, thrown out by a false lover...we have done it ourselves for sure...so how long does it take to get over the pangs of pain, remorse and all that jazz!!!!!! just like diamonds in the sky..they fall
Like the seasons the legacy you leave is a circle in time.
Here in Maine we have stopped counting snowstorms. Even so, the beauty of a windy March morning is not lost on the longings for spring.
Come share with me the mystery of the sea in that time of beauty called dusk.
Haiku that I have written on flowers and nature. I hope you enjoy reading them. Kindly let me know if I am breaking any rules of haiku, just started writing them.
Maine's year round residents prepare to brave the more austere months ahead with stoic New England pride.
At low tide the ocean and horizon seem to become one and infinite....
The Blizzard of 2013 is one we will long remember in Maine. During the storm I took pictures and wrote a poem so that I might share the making of Maine's history with all my Wikinut friends.
We travel through life holding tight to our past. These experiences may have had a purpose at one point and have shaped who we are, how we feel, but there comes a time when you have to let go. A clean slate, just like the freshly fallen snow, you are free to create new path.
This is my poor attempt to portray the beautiful sight of the millions of starlings we see on a winters evening in England .
The Monarch Butterfly is the largest and possibly the most beautiful of all the butterflies. This is my attempt to share that here ..