bees serenade blooms
their seeds fall to earth
new life
blooms and bees
must speak a secret language
fragrance the key
They in bliss
in eternal dance of life
happy hours
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The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge is to post a selfie.
I thought I’d give low-key photography a try …
It rained last night, breaking the long spell the sun had cast over us. Dark clouds rolled in last evening and distant drumrolls thundered. I slept to the sound of rain and woke up to the sound of rain. By mid-morning it had stopped. The air smelt freshly laundered. And also of green foliage and wet, satisfied earth. As though the earth was holding its breath in thirst and was now in a deep exhalation of contentment and joy. Everything was rain speckled, as though laden with gems. Photography was a double delight. These dahlias looked especially queenly, fitted out with raindrops.
you had stood there
looking away, face closed
an ocean between us
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our watery birthplace
that hums through our veins
and springs from our eyes
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imagination’s
infinite tides wash up
little haiku pebbles
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ocean breeze stirs up
brittle nests of memories
sand in my eyes
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This gallery contains 25 photos.
I spent a pleasant hour at Singapore Airport shooting the orchids …
super large full moon
crawls through night peaking with pain
incandescent dawn