Today doesn’t feel like Winter

Today doesn’t feel like Winter there is a lightness in the air a Lightness in my soul it’s where I want to be   Today doesn’t feel like Winter the snow is still… Continue reading →

‘Let’s Take it Outside’

I’m dreaming of SPRINGING AHEAD, that clock burst forward when we can say “Farewell WINTER!” and welcome the breath of inspiration, Breezy days of warmth and sunlight Walks of glory A spirit thawed… Continue reading →

Sparking Fire

Narrative awaits Bright ideas Wordy trickling thoughts Ready to… To… take shape Form Fire! In a tick tack rhythm from mind’s eye to Life An awesome welcome to An inner breath.   Paula… Continue reading →

Elated

You’re more than what’s there A smile, elated A delight of the soul A moment of pureness The company grand Compliments the ease My heart…sighs.   Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Thursday, February… Continue reading →

Chilled

A frosty sheath rests on heavy laden arms that wait for Sun’s warm kiss. When blue above boasts a clear crisp dawn beckoning a lightness of heart, Booted feet will dance and the… Continue reading →

Exuberant

I just returned from a brisk wintry walk. The sun was shining and I was happy. Happy to have TWO FEET! A year ago this weekend I broke my ankle. I was standing… Continue reading →

Delightful

You marvel I smile Bits to bobbing pieces fasten and I am made whole. Yet… to sit in view dangling delightfully I hold the world complex examined created, as muse for your soul.… Continue reading →

A Nod of Love

Disregarding not, savouring transforms moment and I’m transported.   In checkered light a dance of flavour delights me connecting past, here.   Paula Antonello Moore, Haiku. Copyright: Sunday , January 14, 2018-01-14. Image:… Continue reading →

In the Lull

In the Lull before it starts, before the storm, I sit and wait in the lull. Before the rush, before the rise, I strain and gaze. In the Lull before it moves, before… Continue reading →

The Symphony Rests

Naked trees make me sad “Hold on,” I pine but their arms extend grasping nothing letting go airy breezes whip up cut through and the Symphony rests barren hope “oh, to be clothed… Continue reading →