That shoot looked like any blade of grass. Then, hearing springtime’s pitch pipe, it took a breath And tried its first colors, vocalizing softly in pink, then lengthening its phrases into purple… more →
The Words Will ComeRobin Reagler wrote 8 hours ago: Once, I went to the woods with my family. I saw the most beautiful mountains and lakes. The mountain … more →
Pablo Saborio wrote 2 weeks ago: The street light turned red two raindrops rest on someone’s shoulder a stream of cars down the slo … more →
stationarypilgrim wrote 3 weeks ago: Pilgrimage Statistics Consecutive Days Riding: 35 Consecutive Days Blo … more →
dannibug wrote 3 weeks ago: Where the acorn tumbles down, Where the ash tree sheds its berry, With your fur so soft and brown, W … more →
mother sparrow wrote 3 weeks ago: could you think well of her adandoning her child after all, motherhood is hard cowbird … more →
Matilda Beupine wrote 1 month ago: That shoot looked like any blade of grass. Then, hearing springtime’s pitch pipe, it took a br … more →
Kyle MacKenzie wrote 1 month ago: I recently came across this piece by Walt Whitman. It speaks beautifully to a lifestyle that I beli … more →
tikulicious wrote 1 month ago: When I read the ‘Songs of Innocence’ , I wanted more. I got myself a copy of “coll … more →
Matilda Beupine wrote 1 month ago: petals run downstream like crescent fingers stroking the hair down your back … more →
gnunn wrote 1 month ago: Spring grasses are thinking again about thickness slowness, lizard skin on hot rock. Beyond the gras … more →
Robin Reagler wrote 3 months ago: It is time to discover the outdoors. See the flowers surround us? The sun wants to show its face. Wh … more →
© Don Iannone Photography wrote 3 months ago: Look deep inside That place only you really know That somewhere, always home Never too far away In r … more →
© Don Iannone Photography wrote 5 months ago: July morning sun Creeping through the trees Into the front flower garden A young blue jay watches on … more →
wgreen wrote 5 months ago: The sliding blanket gurgles as it rushes and hushes every other sound, beneath and around jammed log … more →
Matilda Beupine wrote 5 months ago: fair-weather clouds can make a handy hammock. when the sun gets her afternoon slump, she can sink in … more →
Matilda Beupine wrote 5 months ago: A bit of earth, She wants a little bit of earth. She’ll plant some seeds. The seeds will grow, … more →
Matilda Beupine wrote 5 months ago: The yellow monkey moon jumped up into the shady tree, trailing its long blue tail all the way to the … more →
Matilda Beupine wrote 5 months ago: While it was still dark, God’s book opened, And out fanned the yellow pages, And out rose the sun. … more →
Matilda Beupine wrote 5 months ago: the moon coasts dream-like fish-like … more →