Clear drops from gray skies
fall on sun-soaked pregnant earth
raise lives in colors.
Leave puddles for li’l feet and
rainbow for all as a treat.
*Image by Pixabay at Pexels.com
Clear drops from gray skies
fall on sun-soaked pregnant earth
raise lives in colors.
Leave puddles for li’l feet and
rainbow for all as a treat.
*Image by Pixabay at Pexels.com
Shimmery sprite lights
dance to sighs of silent songs,
frosted shadows stirred.
*Featured image by Pixabay on Pexels.com
“We never look deeply into the quality of a tree; we never really touch it, feel its solidity, its rough bark, and hear the sound that is part of the tree. Not the sound of wind through the leaves, not the breeze of a morning that flutters the leaves, but its own sound, the sound of the trunk and the silent sound of the roots.”
~ Jiddu Krishnamurti
Today, I stumbled upon a tree, generous with its shade and a beauty to behold. It beckoned imagination of mystical beings and wood fairies, of the likes of Oberon, Titania and Puck from “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”. How I rued not bringing my regular camera with me but the phone would have to do.
*Featured image by My Li’l Place
Subtle and elegant
In form and fragrant
This pale pink beauty
Captivates in tranquility
*Featured image by My Li’l Place
Standing in front of the fogged-up mirror, I look at my reflection. Slowly, bits of me emerge. Part of my eyes, a fraction of my nose and a crescent of my lips. Clarity is just minutes way. I stand there, albeit, a little nervous, a little reluctant. Read More »