Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.” ― Sarah Addison Allen, Garden Spells burnt sienna haze autumn paints the verdant trees shades of ginger orange
“Morning will come, it has no choice.” ― Marty Rubin toiling through the night spider weaves delicate web ~ trapping morning dew
Watching you watching me what is it you see, could it be the sway of my voluptuous hips as my lacy nightie slips over my inviting thighs? I sense your desire I hear a ragged sigh slipping from your lips as your heart tripsfrom… Continue Reading “Watching You Watching Me”
“There’s a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night’s.” ― Ed Gorman, Everybody’s Somebody’s Fool long and winding road leading to gilded sunset~ blackbirds chasing light
Sky kissingemerald tree topsblackbirds dancewith sunbeamsGolden shiners swim betweenthe watery roots Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge 145 #Photoprompt
“Everybody is waiting for cooler weather–and I am just waiting for you–. (Bob Dylan in a letter)” ― Suze Rotolo, A Freewheelin’ Time: Greenwich Village in the Sixties, Bob Dylan and Me After a while, waiting becomes easier to bear for when one knows not when or… Continue Reading “After a While”
brilliant harvest moon cows hypnotic low crooning – time to pluck the corn Frank J. Tassone Weekly Hakai Challenge #104 Harvest Moon
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