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aionion

the scent that bemoans me of a dying rose

not of death inferring, but of life preserving

through its folds it clutches senses

charting courses through darkened, rusted fences

or atop mountains shedding waterfalls as a love commences

unyielding layers, partaking of endless shades anew

unfurling through time, a slow peruse

all in a smell, as my imagination ensues

Transylvanian Lullaby-Erutan

inspired by the roses my daughter received for her graduation, i captured these images and as the scents enraptured my senses, the thoughts came. how beautiful a dying flower is to me. how even in its seemingly decay, behind the scenes, beneath the folds, life still breathes.

thank you for reading and for more of my flora photography you can view my gallery here.

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braids

the fabric of my bones

these places weaving in and through to you

where evergreens whisper, liken their leaves to call

 

in broken trails now enchanted, blushing blooms braiding to my heart

to ravens licking moonlight, in lush romantic song

 

the fabric of my bones

these places weaving in and through to you

keeping you close, keeping you whole

for me to remember, for you to kiss my soul

Blackmill-Gaia

Image by Brian Kirhagis

 

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odyssey

the quiet lean of a lover’s need

reveals itself in steps unseen

for love is sure, a patience that rests between

the twilight flecks of painted citrine

to scarlet lights standing guard, flooding shade so as to offer the way

beyond night’s odyssey, where it awakens, setting sail to a new day….

Daniela SpectorLife Long Odyssey

Captured these images near and at the site of Old Point Comfort Lighthouse that stands guard along the Chesapeake Bay. As the second oldest lighthouse in the bay and still operational, it’s characteristic red light appeals to the romantic in me. Can you not imagine two lovers being separated by the sea and he, through raging waters awakens to the light of her heart warming his sea-chilled skin, calling out to him, leading him to safer waters, to shore, to her waiting love.

I hope you enjoyed the journey and a special thanks to Laura lauradenise.home.blog for inspiring me to combine my love of poetry and photography in this piece. Her “walks” are healing wonders!

Thank you for reading and for more of my photography you can visit my gallery here.

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wildfire

                love me like wildfire

 

let us dance between these hot ribbons of light

cradling a midnight spell

beyond the mist of shallow wicks

           

             love me like wildfire

 

let us chase as newborn sparks

            leaping

       floating

drifting

           scorching

ripping through a darkness,

a drought of lifetimes left ablaze

 

                 love me like wildfire

 

let us drain the night sky

fire fiends in silence

til sunrise of gray

Fireflies-Enzalla

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oz

collecting always collecting

those pocket-watch of moments

where we cried

where we grew

taking steps forward

holding hands in those backwards ones too

painting dead end rainbows

into yellow brick roads

where lions and red ruby slippers

fought off the relentless hungry toads

chasing storms even as the winds blew

watching as those colors bled

its there I saw this you

in truth a beauty to behold

in this a quest

of renewable hues

Perfect CureGalaxy Dynamite

 

this musical selection I’ve paired with my words here I’m proud to announce is my nephew’s band whom also are the inspiration behind the band in my first romance novel, Shifting Gears. The image I captured along a country road just after the rain as I was chasing trees. For more of my photography you can find my gallery here

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morning walks: photography

morning walks that find my pause

where glimmers of you drink in the shade

tucked in shadows i become

with no want to return

for in the iridescence of you i am one

I have long since adored dragonflies. As of late they have made their presence known, and I took pause and listened, enjoying the splendor and freedom of their flight.

Did you know in just about every culture they symbolize change, adaptability and self-realization? Sadly, they live most of their time as a nymph, only flying for a short fraction of their life. It is in this I find the reminder of how truly short life is. How we must embrace every precious moment gifted to us.

Living in the moment is imperative for we know not what tomorrow will bring us. Trusting in oneself, and the choices we make, in granting ourselves to see beyond any self- induced illusions we sabotage our growth with.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed the walk. For more of my photography you can visit my gallery here

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season in she

the leaves were on fire

drunk from a bokeh sun

curving to the harvest moon

longing to come undone

 

in quiet repose each did

let down their hair and run

with no want of looking back

with fascination having won

-image taken by me of freshly cut tiger lilies gifted to me. for more of my flora photography you can visit my gallery here

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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hearth

as rains grew greater,

the night, freckled moonstones of desire

became drunk upon the crackling blush laid bare upon its hearth

sun-kissed cheeks answered to the fervent flames

whilst shadows disowned patience to dance the stories of their day

-image taken by me of Queen Anne’s lace that continues to adorn trails and roadsides here. for more of my flora photography you can visit my gallery here