Those Were The Days The moon glides slow in sky of gauze as dense fog shrouds golden sunlight sinking down beneath the mountain deep into the indigo night. Hush now, summer is fading fast say goodbye to the firefly’s glow the lily will not long endure in pure white fields of early snow. We moveContinue reading “Those Were The Days”
Monthly Archives: August 2015
Dance of Life
Dance of Life Perched by the open window tiny dancer bathed in glow beneath a veil of green eyes gilded lily in disguise. Faded scars cannot erase sad memories from a place where sticks and stones broke her bones sharp lessons learned long ago. Dodging minefields, cat and mouse secrets hidden in old house oneContinue reading “Dance of Life”
Gravity Falling
Gravity Falling The sun has gone missingheld hostage by defiant cloudsheavy skies aching, stripped of lightwhile the dark matter pulls us down… We are blind to our own blindness thinking inside narrow boxesafraid to color outside the lineshiding within our own shadows… Falling for fools, falling in lovewe fall out of favor with ourselvestrying toContinue reading “Gravity Falling”
Gravity Falling
Gravity Falling The sun has gone missingheld hostage by defiant cloudsheavy skies aching, stripped of lightwhile the dark matter pulls us down… We are blind to our own blindness thinking inside narrow boxesafraid to color outside the lineshiding within our own shadows… Falling for fools, falling in lovewe fall out of favor with ourselvestrying toContinue reading “Gravity Falling”
Summer’s End
The poem “Summer’s End” conveys a poignant reflection on dreams and the passage of time. The speaker envisions a serene destination where hope overcomes sorrow, symbolized by the fading summer sun and soaring eagles. Emphasizing freedom and tranquility, it encourages letting go of sadness to embrace a brighter future.
The Nestlings
Photo by Colleen Breuning © 2015 The Nestlings (A Quatern) When Monday mornings come around, The air is filled with precious sounds. Pitter patter of tiny feet Upon the deck, tasting sweet treats. The scent of lilacs spins me round When Monday mornings come around. Endless summer in cloudless skies, See the sparkle in clearContinue reading “The Nestlings”
Colleen Keller Breuning 