poetry, prose, and photography
my fears whisper
just below the birdsong
through gritted teeth
A poetic meditation from this morning. I’m up earlier than I’d planned, with a racing mind. Seeking to make world practical and free of risks. A boring life that would be methinks.
reaching for the sky
to feed upon the sunlight
soon the petals fall
the joy of the bees
as the breeze stirs the petals
and the sunlight faded
tell me what it is
that brings joy into your life?
fill your days with that
May your day fill you with delight and joy.
under spring sunlight
bees moving between petals
gentle ocean breeze
the blessings of night
dusk's orange skies gently fade
ah, tranquility!
flittering of bees
dancing upon the petals
a choir of birdsong
I’ve not had my morning tea yet. Time to change that, methinks.
I hope your Friday is inspiring and productive.
daylight drifts downwards the sun seeking its earned rest western mountains glow
admist the flowers
dancing upon the petals
the song of sunlight
the gentle rainfall
droplets caress the petals
in the early morn
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 