Fence

Fence and Sky

I was walking up this road

you see.

I saw this barbed wire fence

just lazing there

waiting.  Daring me

to get to the other side.

 

 

I would, you know

get to the other side

and all that.

 

 

But it knew that I knew

that it knew –

I would have to cross

it to get there.

Barbs and all.

 

 

xxx

GeeCee

 

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Delicate

dragonfly

Today I learned how to use manual focus and close up on my camera.  Yes, yes, I am a bit slow ha!

What a delicate Miss

Or maybe he?

I feel she

be so perched

dainty

free.

Just to me.

To she or he

quite fierce

they be

but to me

a most delicate

she.

xxx

GeeCee

Church on a Hill

Church on a Hill

This is Mont Saint-Michel de Brasparts in Brittany France.  It is all alone on the hill.

Yellow

Yellow

What a yellow day it was.

It was

beneath the blue

and the softest white.

No shadows to hide their

petals

extended

free.

What a yellow day it was.

GeCee

A Sadness

Dark Clouds

Dark clouds rolling in – just for a time.

I have a sadness, a loss at this time until forever.  There are dark clouds all around, rolling in as they are known to do, but I know that it will be just for a time.   Behind them, the sunshine is poised, ready to take its place.

Summer’s Grain

Summer's Grain

It has been a blustery summer with gale winds and rain.  While driving through the countryside, we saw fields of grain, yielding to the wind – en mass.  It was a beautiful sight to see as summer’s night was quickly approaching.

Booth

Telephone Booth

Telephone Booth.

In my travels, I came upon a booth.  It is such a lonely booth with dust and debris inside, the phone casing needing some paint, its walls used as a board.  Its dignity encased in metal, staunch as it ages though through its glass, beckoning us closer to include it.  I felt it drawing me with memories of other booths that sheltered me from the rain.  That kept me feeling safe as violence danced around it, hiding this tiny dancer – ages ago in a land far, far away.  And the calls that were made… love reverberating through its lines.  And tears.

I never met a booth that I did not like.