On the forest fringe
long decayed woody debris;
foundation for life.
by Scooj
On the forest fringe
long decayed woody debris;
foundation for life.
by Scooj
.
No church bells ring here
joined in civil partnership
their happiest day.
.
by Scooj
Soon the storm will pass
and the blue skies will return
then we will have peace.
by Scooj
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From the corner of
my eye, I spied a spider
dangling from my hair.
.
by Scooj
Bright white stripes disrupt
flat screen technology; sun
peeping through the blinds.
by Scooj
Just a fleeting glimpse;
hare’s legs and undulating
weasel teasing me.
by Scooj
.
With haste I succumb
to the draw of Morpheus
for a thousand winks.
.
by Scooj
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Squirrel at the door,
squats like a doe-eyed puppy
begging for some nuts.
.
by Scooj
August continues
where July left off, frontal
weather stream remains.
by Scooj
So what time is this?
I growl at my daughter, who
rises after lunch.
by Scooj