Flowery For joy or for grief we perfume the air covering the moment with silken petals we fall back on tradition tried and true to commemorate an occasion or bring beauty into pain the poets and the playwrights fall back upon the sweet for love and for tragedy a flowery companion filling every moment - … Continue reading Flowery
Writing
Gloom #MondayBlogs
Gloom #MondayBlogs The sun sleeps late into the morning the sky cooled with gloom and mist sudden brightness and clear vision shift into view as a surprise before vanishing into the cloak over the earth the dawn does not come on this side of the veil leaving us in solitude outside of the world each … Continue reading Gloom #MondayBlogs
Empty Forest
Empty Forest To the naked eye the forest stands empty though empty of humans is not the same the forest stands with the living and breathing of all that began with time the trees rest animals tucked into dens and nests and simple hiding places while the empty forest welcomes us home - Caroline A. … Continue reading Empty Forest
Crashing In
No matter what, the world comes crashing in
Counsel
Council The stones are music an ancient rhythm flowing through cold surfaces taking the high ground to cloak themselves in mist The stones are wisdom standing against time witnesses to history impassive observers watching like judges from on high The stones are living blood flowing through them a heartbeat felt by all who stand before … Continue reading Counsel
“The Thing with Feathers”
"The Thing with Feathers" Dickinson named it hope a birdlike description to call lightness to mind but the thing with feathers is only the vaguest outline vultures have feathers raptors do as well what is hope? some bird of prey, perched in waiting readiness to swoop and pounce? Dickinson gave us language of comfort and … Continue reading “The Thing with Feathers”
By the Seashore
By the Seashore The Earth and the Sea hold all the drama as if the Gods and Goddesses left some game halfway through walking away from their pawns and pieces to take up celestial work by the seashore we see ancient evidence of times before, and long before that a battleground a playground left to … Continue reading By the Seashore
Snowy Visions
Winter dreams
The Secretkeeper
The Secretkeeper She locks the doors impenetrable every whisper under lock and key a sacred task standing outside of time the guardian of every confession and witness to every mirth or grief the secretkeeper holds silent standing watch over every word - Caroline A. Slee
Crimson
Crimson On the edge of royalty warmth sets a fire to glow across the land a crimson blush painting its way over flower and leaf taking the danger out of warning shades to push beauty to the front until flags of surrender wave red and red flags wave invisible behind rose-colored glasses - Caroline A. … Continue reading Crimson