SuziCate's Musings

Archive for June, 2014

Reaching

Sometimes we spiral and grope toward the light like a hole in the woods.

Sometimes we spiral
and grope toward the light like
a hole in the woods.

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Buried

Rocks carry secrets as they tumble from mountains, yet they never tell.

Rocks carry secrets
as they tumble from mountains,
yet they never tell.

Memory

Time hangs on the wall rusting the minds of splintered  barns of yesterday.

Time hangs on the wall
rusting the minds of splintered
barns of yesterday.

Jazz

Light and shadow shift to the dance of the river as nature looks on.

Light and shadow shift
to the dance of the river
as nature looks on.

Aware

From the depths of murky the river’s rainbow trout still see the light of day.

From the depths of murky
the river’s rainbow trout still
see the light of day.

The Magic Of The Forest

Fungus on the tree is nature’s rainbow of love to woodland fairies.

Fungus on the tree
is nature’s rainbow of love
to woodland fairies.

Query

The end of the line or is it the beginning of a peace to come?

The end of the line
or is it the beginning
of a peace to come?

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