Tag: Poetry

Bees on lavender

I love watching bees on lavender. Attracted by purple hats and tiny flowers they come in numbers, unaware of the others, held aloft on translucent wings that shouldn’t bear them. Exquisite. ~ Susanne

The Eyes Have IT!

This week I’m thankful for all of you bloggers who faithfully give us prompts and challenges.  You really help to keep my creative juices flowing – which would otherwise dry up. So for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge, Seeing, I give you the wonderful eyes… Continue Reading “The Eyes Have IT!”

A Walk through Federation Forest fueled by the Black Diamond Bakery

Talk about social distancing! Yesterday Bob and I had the trails to ourselves at Federation Forest as we walked under the canopy of old growth evergreens with the sound of the White River flowing nearby. To get there we headed south on the Maple… Continue Reading “A Walk through Federation Forest fueled by the Black Diamond Bakery”

Embracing the Moon

It was a warm and pleasant evening, quiet but for the chirping of the frogs. I watched as the moon rose full in the sky, embraced by the trees, and was blessed. ~ Susanne

Winter Scenes in the Pacific Northwest

Just last week I was walking along the Cedar River Trail, enjoying temperatures close to 60 degrees. Today we have our first snow of the year.  I like both. Wet, sloppy snowflakes have already stopped falling and the thin layer that covered the ground… Continue Reading “Winter Scenes in the Pacific Northwest”

The Last Summer Sunset and First Fall Walk

Summer said goodbye with a brilliant sunset that illuminated the clouds and dwarfed the trees. Fall came in with more rain the next day but we took our chances and went for a walk at Deep Lake where all was serene.   The air… Continue Reading “The Last Summer Sunset and First Fall Walk”

Under a Weeping Willow

I rested under a weeping willow. Its trunk was thick and twisted its leaves swayed in the breeze on supple branches upheld by stronger limbs above twisted too and content to be hidden. For A Photo a Week Challenge – Twisted. ~ Susanne

The Clipped Ear ~ by Benji

I don’t know why they clipped my ear, I wasn’t born this way; It makes me different from the rest, A badge of my dismay. Despite the cut I’m still the same, I haven’t changed within; The wildness they had hoped to cure Still lurks… Continue Reading “The Clipped Ear ~ by Benji”

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