Fallen blossoms, change of seasons, the beauty, though, still reaches through the years, across dimensions, memories' scents forever lifted, wafts of love brush the heart as silken sighs and subtle whispers... Poem and image ©LauraDenise
I prefer reflections, let my imagination spin and transfer me to places no one's ever been– down rabbit holes, across water bridges, tour fairy houses, solve impish riddles, too much to explore, an acre...a world, and I the only trusted guest, the only human at the council. Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Peace descends from the heavens as the sun slowly stirs, and I let it seep in, wrap myself with the world– this creation, all that lives, ancestors unmet, the simplest pleasure in the message of an owl's silhouette; when all is still, the awe fills, and I feel stuffed with blessings, my … Continue reading When All is Still
orb of light suspended protected by barkless tentacles the fire descends for the ancient ritual soundless ceremony tree spirits of old centuries of wisdom remain untold a vision of truth purity of purpose i become entranced test my worthiness Written for BrewNSpew's first ever weekly prompt: Ceremony. Thanks for hosting, Eugenia!
Our love comes softly, a whisper that turns to melody and plays over my fears habitually, a trickle that drips, that slowly fills, despite the cracks and inner hole, overflows, spills, a flicker in the eyes from the light of our souls, a wordless knowing, glimpse of the divine through glassless windows, … Continue reading Our Love Comes
Through love-filtered lenses past evergreen irises, the light of the morning mingles and mixes with the glow of her soul, and inner beauty rises to dance with the sun as he whispers and kisses…
"Okay, Father, will you tell me now, what was the purpose of all of that?" "Of life? Why, love, my son." "NOW you tell me. I begged for signs. Why didn't you send any?" "Oh, my dear child. I sent them to you every day..." Words and images ©LauraDenise