Gleam

So close… on the horizon something stirs rippling its way. A high rises, but moan delays victory. A pushed weariness and lapping strokes thrash and carry me still toward the Glimmering light.  … Continue reading →

A Twinkler’s Wink

He had a joke. He had a story. He’d make you laugh, if you had time. He’d CHUCKle first before he’d say it, then magic, poof! He’d pull a dime. We loved his… Continue reading →

Lip-smacking full

The sweetness perfect with creamy pairing, a gasp delights and heart sings.   Oh to be shared, as Chocolate infusion tips buds beyond all strength.   Paula Antonello Moore, Haiku. Copyright: Tuesday, September… Continue reading →

Last glories

Splash of foamy white in swells of glee the upsurge carries squeals, raised in sigh the breaker marks the moment dissolves into squishy fun as longing for recurrence stirs in, swish and spray… Continue reading →

A café stroll

Inside the coloured-full candy fun world A scent in the minutes at play A danciness share of deliciousness made With fanciful antics all day.   The drip of the darkiest brew in the… Continue reading →

Spark-lers

Please be the happy you seek you feel breathe it in air and SPARK it in will watch be attentive see BEYOND you bring colour to play shout out be still… let quiet… Continue reading →

New Day’s Gift

A fall day’s walk in springtime light cools gentle path and raises height   in steps that lift my eyes to see a breezing breath wash over me,   i pause and take… Continue reading →

A Ripple Breaks

A ripple stirs upon the vastness it breaks, shimmering flow soothes   undulating towards its far reaching goal, aroused to stroke a stillness,   a lap, tap, and splash beckoned, it rises knowing… Continue reading →

This Happy

A dash of Happy, a moment of affection for the world to see.   A pause much-needed to share in pure joy under sparkling sunshine.   To feel something MORE, than despair grief… Continue reading →

Awakened

A sparkle, rebirth unfolds in glorious light catching my breath there.   Feathered arrival budding, limp, to rise so grand liberating breeze.   Aware of privilege, to witness the beginning, as morning’s joy… Continue reading →