The early morning dawn shown softly over the countryside
The flowers waved unified, like the ocean tide.
Its rays warmed the dew wet grass
The bugs flew 'round in an unorganized mass.
The willow waved...
it’s not that there isn't sound
it’s a hallowed sound
a head full of thoughts
humming low like static on a radio
the heartbeat of the house
maybe it’s breathing or walking
banging pipes, running water...
Fierce, pure, and monogamous, she is a keeper of death to bring forth new life.
Her long and slender legs cascade with white laden-fur all the way down to her large paws-much bigger than any courtyard...
Right, I watch through window
the slow snowy miracle
plain white flakes glide down
graceful, effortlessly prominent, poised and purposeless
in their silent left-right gliding descent to the ground wit...
Hello, December, how’ve you been?
It’s been a while since we caught up;
we should spend some time together.
Let’s stand outside wrapped in scarves and mittens
catching snowflakes on our tongues
I am not a bad person
I am not selfish
Even if I am, it is a normal stage in my development
I will grow from here
I need encouragement
You give advice and ridicule and rage
You are hurt
That part is m...
Three birds, floating
Up above. In solace clouds
(so high up they seem to be floating
Higher and higher into their clouded haven)
Where you and I cannot yet go.
On silver strings,
Leaves of green and mystery branches
Stories that hide from young to old
Sunsets of orange, purple and yellow
Birds softly chirping from the trees
Children laughing, faces passing
Everything is as it ...
Pebbles, not sand, hindered their feet.
Drenched souls, so cold, yet passion they meet.
Every cloud, every drop, meant to be.
Just as truthful, in love, nearly.
Lust is the way in which they went,
Copyright: October 13, 2007
The Harvest moon began its rise in dusk of eves sky;
An orb of soft colored gold, It arose big and bold.
As I made my way homeward it began to play hide "n" seek...
By Jen Donier
Copyright September 22, 2014
Summer has faded and slipped away
Brilliant Autumn has come to play
Geese are winging in vee's to the south
Hunting season for turkey, pheasa...
Each curl blown back by a cool autumn breeze,
She's running, toes sifting through each green blade,
The cool autumn air brings her back to ease,
As she lets go of each mistake she's made.
Starts again in the morning
Voice, face and your choice
Where outside body in the soul
Perfect picture as your beginning
A journey to the land of love
Naked soul is a must read
They won't tell you fai...
Across the water, By the Bay of Portree,
Where stand many a fairy mound, And up a small stream, Beside a few-troden path, Lays a small pond and waterfall,
Claimed by the Fair Folk.
The water there flo...
Dark is the sky
Darker the water Waves lap against the shore, The slightest of sounds, Amid an eerie calm. Gray is the sky, As it's reflected in the water. A deep abyss, That masquerades as a lake, Ke...
The swing seat on the verandah
The most demure kind of fun
You swung by, hoping you could land her
And found her poised to perfection
Perched side saddle with a glimmer in her eye
That said you could ...
Just sit back and watch the landscape take shape,
like a drape that is lifted, or an old-timey roll film tape. Take the delicious moment to stop and stare, if you truly care for nature's artwork and d...
The turning begins
And I start breathing faster
Pink trees! Pink trees! Pink!
Ivy changes colour too!
So much new to me
Grass glows greener yet
With a slick varnish of rain