Balm-ed

Follow the ripple, a thread but in time, its flow so serene, its presence sublime, swelling and shifting, the smoothness of calm, the lifting of breathing, an unexplained balm… Listen, its music a… Continue reading

Owl knows

I did not provoke them, these two here, you see was minding my business, and letting life be, when all of a sudden, no warning to share, they faltered and fell down, like… Continue reading

Pumpkin & Charcoal

WE came together, a catch up full of meaning and frankness.  Its always as such, no airs, but airing, needed for a soul to carry on. Newness ‘round every moment, like Pumpkin and… Continue reading

Where We’ve Been

So much to see when it’s You with me in sun’s chilly dance in the cold. Study in kind, A marvelous find with no fuss or soul to be sold. Frost under feet… Continue reading

Under Glow

In the quiet, comfort embraced a chocolaty sweetness and pause,rested sigh, a tug of adventure, sheltered under gentle glow and…we are happy. Paula Antonello, Prose. Copyright: Tuesday, March 26, 2019. Image: Whimsies and… Continue reading

Quadruple Parfait!

Decadent wonder and I dive right in, Chocolaty goodness or temptation’s sin? Moment has risen, nope, can’t spare a bite, down to the last scoop oooh, I’ve done it right. 🙂 Paula Antonello,… Continue reading

A something of comfort

Come, take a seat. You don’t need to say a word. I’ll do the talking. Or I won’t. Never know what’s in my head, so full of wonder and mess. But please, sit.… Continue reading

Marvel, eternal

I marvel at thee brilliant breath for soul i celebrate you, a toast from the heart inner joy shifts, embraces moment of telling. If time could stand still, like this, forever happy, we’d… Continue reading

Unconvinced

It’s all in my head the bubble filled i shake it round its not unwilled They stand steely tall a glint and wink They won’t reach out i barely blink But we’re all… Continue reading

Endlessssssssss

Okay, I am now at my end, This winter, no longer a friend. The SNOW is too much, My shovel, my crutch, And HAPPY I cannot pretend. At Christmas, the SNOW was the… Continue reading