Sometimes, all I need are the small reminders in life to let me know I’m still living and grateful to be alive. Sometimes . . . this is what I love most about living–the little things.
The little things that make me smile . . .
Tag: Photography
the hunt
I hunt for
morning dew
dripping from the
purple pricked
by the greens.
I find it,
clip it to my chest
and wear it with
pride.
It was a good day.
I didn’t lose my
mind and
was no witness
to death.
no one like her
Lune #25 of 25
there’s no one like her
my sweet girl
my sunrise–sunset
*A lune (rhymes with moon) is a very short poem. It has only three lines. It is similar to a haiku. A haiku has three lines, and it follows a 5/7/5 syllable pattern. The lune’s syllable pattern is 5/3/5. Since the middle line is limited to three syllables, it is often the shortest line of the three. This makes a lune curve a bit like a crescent moon.
This is Lune #25 of this project and I am happy that each of you came along for the ride. Thank you for reading.
the color of beauty
Lune #24 of 25
color of beauty
God’s great work
breathing in flowers
*A lune (rhymes with moon) is a very short poem. It has only three lines. It is similar to a haiku. A haiku has three lines, and it follows a 5/7/5 syllable pattern. The lune’s syllable pattern is 5/3/5. Since the middle line is limited to three syllables, it is often the shortest line of the three. This makes a lune curve a bit like a crescent moon.
For the next two days, except Saturdays and Sundays, I will share a lune with each of you. This is Lune #24 of this project.
An Update on Caison
Getting Better
Micropoetry
pressing my face against his,
breathing in his scent,
loving every moment of
his smile —
holding on.
holding on.
holding on.
never letting go.
Author’s Note: Caison is doing much better — still having a few issues with his breathing, but bit by bit, he’s on his way to being back to his playful, silly, and sweet self. Thank you, everyone, for your prayers and positive energy. Originally published via Medium.
