Tag Archive: trees

Sway

“… Like always, it did something to him, something he could never quite figure out. It seemed to put one part of him to sleep and wake another part up, the part that… Continue reading

A pause most-needed

The Tree tunnel is coming alive again. Spring is breaking free of Winter’s icy grip. A damp chill remains, wet and grey, but blossoms are abundant. And yet time is not cooperating. A heartfelt… Continue reading

Fall-ing Farewell

As I watch the leaves of red tumble down right before my eyes, it breaks my heart to think  mere days remain of Fall. Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Monday, November 7, 2016. Image: Fallen… Continue reading

WHISPERING SWISH

A Café Moment One of my favourite sounds is a breeze passing through trees. The soothing swish can stop me in my tracks. I close my eyes and breathe a little easier with every… Continue reading

HELLO TREES

Hello Trees I see you from below Happy that you glow green again. Hello Trees You lift my heart high Renewing a lost soul in Springtime light. Hello Trees Your glorious buds Bursting… Continue reading

Up Right

I’m crawling up and over I go the light looks brighter there but then, down I fall.   I’m crawling toward the bright excitement drives my muscles until… I am blown away, off… Continue reading

Hold On

I’m not ready yet for you to go. I noticed too late. I missed your show. Your colour abundance showered about. I caught a mere glimpse swaying down to the ground. I longed… Continue reading

Go…Take a Walk

I am loving being outside this summer. I’ve been walking a lot to begin the day and to keep the young ones busy and have found it unbelievably fulfilling. There is something to… Continue reading

Lighter we

Spring Awake Nothing matters Here I’ll take A second more. Want the sun Heavy coldness Anxious fun Locked but sneaking. Mountainous Milling idle Seeking us In newer ground. Eager words Spilling over Hearing… Continue reading

A Limerick to Fight a Cold

Fighting a cold in the city Ain’t fun, and not very pretty. Congested up head I live in my bed Sorry, I’m not very witty. Was anxious to savour the Spring I was… Continue reading