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An almost mystical morning hush is captured in this photo, taken while strolling the grounds of the Buttermilk Inn a few weeks ago. My normal routine is to rise early and (camera case slung over my shoulder) position myself well for that one incredible sunrise shot.
Instead, on this misty morning, as I approached the tulips, I found a calm, serene acceptance of what would be a rainy, gray day; reminded that only a few hours earlier, these vivid beauties had been wide open, displaying their variegated brilliance in the sun. Yet on this morning they remained closed, resting, content to be immersed in the lush landscape; soaking in the misty-ness.
There would be time to greet the sun on another morning. That morning became for me, a time to reflect, collect my thoughts, and rejoice in the brilliance, balance and serenity that is God’s creation.
This morning ‘shot’ stands right up there among my favorite ‘sunrise’ photos.

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Written for The Sunday Whirl, http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com.


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Written for the Speakeasy #161 grid, per the following rules:
“Your post must be dated May 11, 2013, or later.
Submissions must be 750 words or fewer.
Submissions must be fiction or poetry.
You must include the following sentence ANYWHERE in your submission: “The clouds shifted, casting an ominous shadow on the ground.”
You must also include a reference to the media prompt”… “Rolling in the Deep”
If you’d like to join or read the entries to this prompt, follow the link below!


Returning to this aerie, Côte d’Azur
Was meant to be a salve, a jaunt, a spree
of sorts, yet (tears held back) I’m steady, sure
that paths we chose back then were meant to be.
‘Savons en place’ a charming fantasy
Of color, fragrance, sights for eyes not sore,
Now older, wiser (maybe not) recalling glee
of carefree days, unwav’ring, as before.
We climbed the chateau’s ancient paths, foot-worn,
Our steps atop the scuffs that led the way
To thousand spices, soaps and cornichons
To stalls and Provence markets on display.
If storm clouds came, we danced amid the rain,
Our blessings flowed, and brought us here again.
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Written for the light and shade challenge, using a photo prompt and the following quote:
” Optimism is like a spiritual magnet.”
– Anna Masseyhttp

1. Sundial Shadows
Endless ages pass,
Casting shadows on this face,
Marking time of man.
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2. Tree Trunk Through the Shadows
Through the shadowed arch,
Time-weathered, lonely tree-trunk
Straggled, scraggled, stands.
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3. Shadow Bandit
In the shadows,
Waiting for a time of warmth,
Seasons of our lives
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Photo Friday: Shadow
Haiku Friday




Roadside trees protect the farmer’s plows
They stand for miles, like well placed fence posts, true,
Aligned, an arboreal arch of bending boughs
That beckon me to venture: “Bienvenue.”
Provence’s countryside in colors true
with fragrant lavender, sunflowers gold,
Painting flashing vistas, reds and blues,
Imprinted in my mind’s eye, ever bold.
The tiny, one-lane towns for ages old,
Have flourished with their understated charm,
A small cafe, rough streets of cobblestones,
Where patrons chat with neighbors, pets on arm.
My map as guide, I motor surely on, content
that life is good, my days in France-well spent.

They come because they must.
They gather at waters edge, vying for position.
They stand, they watch and wait; their bugle call, the cadence of the breakers.
The sun slowly, surely, lifts its face above the horizon.
The salty skirmish begins anew.
Written for Gargleblaster, in answer to the question: “Why do birds suddenly appear?”


He stands as he has stood mid brush
and stickler thickets, nesting spot for wrens,
He offers life’s elixir, respite from the rush
of feral creatures on the prowl again.His moldy feet secure, yet he pretends
that he might teeter if a bird of prey
alights, upsetting balance; arms extend,
A bathing bowl inviting all to play.But something is amiss amidst the gray
and weathered, green-chalk, crusty old patina,
His face stays hidden in the shadowy play
of sun light, through the dogwood and gardenia.Simplicity and sweetness, maybe so
Omission lies hide well within the shadows.
This is my first entry in the Light and Shade challenge. This weekend, the prompt consisted of an evocative photo by johnnyberg on rgbstock.com, and the following quote: “She tells enough white lies to ice a wedding cake” – Margot Asquith.
