Viva Mexico.

The moon lingers

Jealously holding on

Wanting to stay

The sun not ready for the day.

The beach is deserted

Not a soul in sight

The sun slowly awakening

Tired from the night.

Slowly the sun climbs in the sky

Revealing a beach to make you sigh.

Yellow and blue are to be seen

Now lit by the sun, all new and pristine.

September Music 16

For the month of September I am going to choose a piece of music or song and write a poem or alternative version. Jane Dougherty is doing a September Stanza here. And Kat Myrman is doing September a poem a day Here.

Today’s piece of music is Canon in D by Johann Pachelbel

My interpretation.

Peace

Quiet

At sunset

And sunrise too

Colours melding bright

Old friends are well met

All of God’s creation

Knows exactly what to do

Nature rests and soon will renew

All the horizons are lit with hope

For a peaceful night or a bright new day.

Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Wings.

This is my entry for Sue Vincent of Daily Echo‘s Thursday Photo Prompt.

Rules and Pingback Here

Wings at Dawn.

The wind in my feathers, I rise

My sharp eyes see eternity

Making my way into grey skies.

Like my soul I fly free.

The land spreads beneath

From mountains to beach

Golden field and green leaf

As for my destiny I reach.

Tiny pink buds dance in the mist

The day will lengthen and warm

All will be bright and sun kissed

This is the promise of dawn.

#writephoto.

Essence Day 28

Image from Pixabay

Dawn broke with a loud crash

Fires smoke,rain maked cloud dash.

Day 28 of Jane Dougherty’s Daily Essence Poem Challenge.

Thursday photo prompt – Violet sky #writephoto:

This  is part of  Sue Vincent‘s  Thursday photo  prompt.

Rules  and Pingback here.

 

Tinged with violet

Gold rays of  the new born day

Beautiful yet bleak.

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Ava opened  her  eyes  and  looked  to  the  horizon, her bones  ached , sleeping  in the car  was  not  good  for  anyone. The  view  that greeted  her  lifted  her  spirits. The  dawn was  creeping  in  from the  horizon. Violet in hue , gold tinged  it gave  the  road  and  the tree line  a magical  feel.

Rubbing her  eyes  Ava  promised herself  she  would  never,ever sleep in  the car again. Taking  a moment  she stepped out of  the car  and stretched, the  sky  was hypnotic  it  called her  and  she was  too tired  to argue . Moving  round  the car  she stood  and  breathed in the  raw  morning  air as  she drank in the  dawn sky.

Thinking of  home  she  had  the urge to get back  to  James  and  his  comfy  bed and hot lips. She  turned  back  to the car  only  to be  frozen in the lights of  the huge lorry. She had  no where  to  go  the truck took her off  the  road  and  threw her back down with a thud  before  flattening  the life out of  her.

Looking  down at  her  battered  and bashed  body  Ava  thought  what a shame  she  would  not taste  James again…………… she  turned  and  walked  up  into  the violet  sky towards  the  golden opening.

The  truck driver  felt  the bang, he had not  seen her but  he  was  so  shocked  to find her under his wheels. He looked up into  the violet  and  golden dawn, he  thought he  could  see something in  the  clouds, just  for a  second. He looked  at  the sky  and  then pulled out his  phone  and  dialed 999 knowing  as he did it  was already  too late.

 

Two Feet and Four Paws.

In the early morning quiet

Feeling the first warmth of the sun

Mist on the  grass startled bird in flight

Peace before another day has begun.
Two feet and four paws move in tandem

This path is ours  we know it well

Fate has us together yet it is not random

Two  feet,  four paws breaking the dawn’s spell.

 

Gently we cross the fields of green

Four paws faster than two feet

In the early morning quiet we are seen

Together and happy we are complete.

A picture  of  the hubby   walking  Ruby.  Why  not  a photo of  me ….. Because  I  was  walking her  and  there  was  no one  to  take a  photo of Ruby and  me at  6.30 am!

Here is one of  Ruby  after  her  return  !

Wordless Wednesday : From Dusk Till Dawn

The Gate Keepers:5

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Slowly  shrinking, the horizon falls, as the first light shows off it’s starkness.

The boiling new born sea all fresh and wide eyed watches the first  dawn’s brightness.

All seems safe and brightly lit when of a sudden the sea and sky turn grey.

Boiling rain begins to fall , and screaming at the horrors of  it’s bloody birth this world begins it’s first day.

At first, the sound , a droning  was not upon the ears a threat.

Louder it became slowly encompassing all capturing  as in a net.

Crawling, across the ground, the horrors advanced across the virgin soil

The gate keepers could only watch and despair  at the beginning of their toil.

The faint humming became a drumming louder, louder ever coming

It set the gate keepers feet to fearful running, running.

They fled, they ran , useless though, they were perused becoming sought

They fled like rats from water , faster faster …………. no use before they started they were as good as caught.

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