poetry, prose, and photography
a springtime moment
some cat holding a sparrow
blood on its whiskers
These are troubling times, aren’t they? I wonder what it would take for humanity to seek connection instead of division. Perhaps I’m naive to think that such a thing is possible. Perhaps. Yet I’ll cling to my hope.
blossom petals fall
with their vibrant, violet hues
hinting at summer
Against all odds, I hold onto hope. Hard in this mad , rage-filled world.
Today’s Word of the Day challenge is “bosom”.
now hold each other
clutch children to our bosom
the world’s mad with rage
in this morning calm
do not rush; embrace the calm
near the feasting bees
Ah, the beauty of mornings. No one else awake, the sun rising, hidden by trees and clouds. A perfect Seattle morning…for me, at least.
the sound of the rain
rolling through the night’s darkness
bending the flowers
Taking part in the Word of the Day challenge, where today’s word is “Opinion”. It seems fitting as spring flowers are starting to wane to talk about the falling blossoms.
gentle rain passes
starlings sing their opinions
cherry blossoms fall
at dawn’s appearance
crows are discussing the day
I returned to sleep
Good morning everyone! May your week exceed your expectations in every good way.
the praying mantis
facing down murder hornets
an ominous name
sunlight pushing in
another day comes to life
my eyes resisting
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 