#Nature
Daydreams
And the world is blue without your arms
And grey, without your mind;
It’s red, without your kisses, fine,
Refined by stalwart art
My mind creates a land of charms
With vibrant
Ode to White
Tucked into nearly-nothingness
The fall of snow, I must profess -
Aside from chill that does repress
My eager heart and mind -
May be of Nature's best success
The purity does
Rollercoaster Walkway
Santa Monica, California
London Fog
London, England, United Kingdom
Beachside Mystery
Venice Beach, California
Distantly Familiar
Huntington Beach, California
Dusk Ripples
Pythagoreio, Samos Island, Greece
What Happens When You Let Your Dreams Wake You
I was sleeping, dreaming an unusual dream, when I woke suddenly
I stepped outside the room and looked through the tall, glass window in the centre of the loft
Clutching the robe to
Tempted to the Realm of Woodland Sprites
I finally went for that walk I wanted to take around the back side of the stream. It felt good being in my flip-flops and tank top, even with the nettle plants
The Magic of An Autumn Night
A thousand leaves quiver a million colored hellos
And I remember you.
A brisk wind chills my fingers
And I embrace the sensation,
Tickled by the thought of you:
Your warm hands on
Stallion
I am but a girl
Hiding
Peeking ‘round the fence of your vast lands
Mesmerized by the expanses of its beauty
In wonder at the luxuriousness of your soul
Afraid
To trespass, uninvited,
Seduction
So many mornings, I wake naked with a sheet or light quilt draped over three-quarters of my body, the wind coolly sneaking into my room and kissing my arms, shoulders and back;
Protector
I woke this morning to vivid, almost-awake dreams of deep, dark blue waters, of a high, hot sun, of salt air thick and lush on my nostrils, of a strong, deeply-tanned
Sketches of the South
It’s on days like today that I understand my laziness, my hesitance to move, to do anything but bask and take in this hot Georgia sun, to await cool breezes petting my