The world stretches beyond our gaze beyond our thoughts a reaching ocean an endless embrace trailing over distant shores reconnecting us to who we were - Caroline A. Slee
nature
Vantage Point
The sea twins the sky colors of dawn rise across the water as the clouds are painted in a rosy peace the city awakens emerging from the dark hours ready to meet each other once more the sea holds the sunrise in its mythical embrace as day creeps across the morning sky - Caroline A. … Continue reading Vantage Point
The Sleeping Sea
Dark clouds shimmer pink fire as the sea sinks to flatness and low tides no green flashes or vanishing horizons night hints its own arrival moonless and still a calm we forget during the daylight rush a sleeping sea to lull us to sweet dreams - Caroline A. Slee
The Almost Summer #MondayBlogs
Photo by Tom Fisk on Pexels.com In the not-quite-spring we live in this almost summer a cliffhanger a pause the breath that is held until we find our calm In the not-quite-spring of this almost summer we worship the sun in its gentler months as life returns and the world shines its green In the … Continue reading The Almost Summer #MondayBlogs
Moss
A bed for dreaming a cushion for rest a greening of walls and soil and bark through misty mornings a fine-tuned machine consuming destruction filtering the sky into freshness ~ Caroline A. Slee
Broken
The house was left behind All empty rooms And echoing walls Not a caretaker to bring warmth Not a soul to bring energy Just a shell Of what once was a home And the years passed Without any change The house still stood Neglected In that benign way we have When we think We will … Continue reading Broken
Burnished
The sun grows unforgiving Punishing the ground Baking the wildflowers Into shards A sepia world Grown two-toned in its fire Where shrubs hide themselves in sand Indiscernible And the earth shifts To burning hues Umbers and siennas and pale golds The blooms of February long forgotten As we force spring indoors While the air outside … Continue reading Burnished
Empty Streets #MondayBlogs
With the window open I hear: the rising wind the geese on the wing a world taking flight come to a stop The cities still themselves While humankind seeks cover The world stops Jarring us out of the normal Pulling us into a shift Whether we resist Whether we adapt Transformation will come On empty … Continue reading Empty Streets #MondayBlogs
Cédez
It's as if some cloud-borne deity Struck a pause button on the programming As we run amok like hamsters on a wheel Without knowledge or direction With nothing but the memory that tells us we must never stop It is as if the lesson here seeks to teach us calm An enforced stop and rest … Continue reading Cédez
Rushing
There are no little falls of rain Nor the promise of soft rains to come Instead the downpour Rushes earthward through the night The thirsty desert Stricken by drought And its own arid nature Cannot contain the bounty Instead, the waters rise Transforming the desert sands Into a flood plain Nature shows her teeth: A … Continue reading Rushing