Morning Moon

“Between Moon & Me”
is how it used to be,
with my heart’s whispered
secrets and pleas.

You call for me again
in another season of alone,
gently nudging me awake,
tugging the blanket
of your full glow.

I wrap in a favorite robe
and slip out into the dark
and silent cold.

Hello, my beautiful friend.
How have you been?

Me? Believe
it or not,
I have finally
arrived at Peace
after a long walk

with Jesus.
Yes, I have been
healing.
And I recognize
You beneath

Your crater-disguised face,
how You’ve always been
The Light left on
to lead me back home
into Your loving embrace.

Thank You
for the protection
I didn’t know I needed.
Thank You
for leading me
into this new season.

Two Lone Hearts in a Park

I’ve photographed last sunsets and first sunrises of new-year transitions before and was not feeling it this time, but as the sun was revealed on our first-again rotation to greet it, I did decide to quickly depart to go pay tribute at my favorite local spot, especially since my own thoughts and feelings about New Year’s everything were disruptively in disaccord. So off I went, almost-regretfully-now past sunrise from indecisiveness but also confident when I feel the tug, the where and when always has its own divine purpose. At least it was early enough to have most of the “world” to myself.

My decision came with the peace, cleansing, and renewal I knew it would as I got to leisurely take in and photograph the grand and minute, having the downtown riverwalk all to myself. If you’ve read or viewed my previous work, you know how obsessed I’ve always been since moving to this historic little city with my bridge (and trains) here, my soul somehow connected to it in a home-like way, at least as a familiar stop in the sure direction of home. It’s fitting I start here again; it’s where I left off with this post almost a year ago when I took way too long of a break from writing and photographing, from myself:

That last year, and the one before, and perhaps all of the ones back to my childhood… let’s just say, this is the first one I can remember that I am beginning healthy, healed, and free. So maybe I will embrace this next revolution. Perhaps this is the one in which I find home. It already started with a Day One smile when that “where and when” of that tug revealed itself so personally to me:

All images©️LauraDenise

Into The Mist

Into the morning mist,
that invited only me,
I intentionally solo-slip
into my private
homecoming,

into the enchantment
of symphonic drops
that dance among the treetops
but never fall,

with birdsong on hold
for owl’s solo
in an otherwise silent
world all my own.


Dew-orb-adorned
gossamer garland
drapes the skeletons
of my beloved wildflowers,

but hues and perfumes
are ever-present
in the South,
so fresh macro-romance
I set to seek out

while preserving
the wordless stories
transitioning from
the confinement
of earthly seasons
to ethereal love.

Poem and images ©️LauraDenise