Strawberry magic

A perfect delight with sweetness and calm that lifts palette and cheers eye.   A flavour burst thrills as devour beckons an end to episode.   Paula Antonello Moore, Haiku. Copyright: Tuesday, August… Continue reading →

Uneven

I drink it in drinking all the colour blooms and eyes squint. I drink it sure lost in maze plans unfulfilled a longing cut, hurts. I drink it here drinking all the painful… Continue reading →

Summer ALIVE

  In a flurry waft summer comes alive to toast adventure to come. Water’s edge beckons a sigh, blink and shimmering sail of restful soul.   By Paula Antonello Moore, Copyright: Sunday, July… Continue reading →

Nothing’s Lost

There are endings so sad and clear Farewell moments, true and sincere Saying goodbye now, marking a step A turn in time, the loss of pep when mores to come, but can’t be… 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 →

Carrying the Light

It’s coming, sure, sure as the… sun rises? Yes. As sure as that I pray and hope and plug away as clouds move in to stay? pass? linger. Yes. They linger still, trapping… 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 →

Branded

My heart partially broke today. When I began my creatively-inspiring-soul-nurturing-walk along the water path, I came upon a blue X. Then another. And another. Majestic and historic trees that welcomed me on my… Continue reading →

A little “Christmas” in April

Today I listened to White Christmas. It’s not Christmastime. No where near December. But when the song came on my music rotation in the car, in the middle of April (a frosty Canadian… Continue reading →

Undefined

Today I woke up wondering what I was doing. The weight of Doubt, crushing. The “calling” of WRITER, a weak wear. The journey daunting, exhausting and plagued by by… an empty legacy. Self-worth… Continue reading →