Spring Equinox Ides of March haunt meas I sulk in my bedroomwallow in darkness winter winds persistrobins ruffle breast feathersat the hint of snow shades of ivoryfloating free from the heavensmelting on impact new dawn breaks goldensun rays caress tulip budscherry trees blossom feel the world shiftingon cusp of spring equinoxbirdsong lifts my heart ColleenContinue reading “Spring Equinox”
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The Mourning Light
The Mourning Light no sign of the sunthe morning is full of stormframed by steel gray clouds the heavens melt downweeping angels fill the skyshedding bitter tears the mud and the rootsdrown in relentless sorrowshallow and hollow restless winds of Marchruffle the raven’s feathersashes to stardust sepia snapshotsthe essence of life waversin the mourning lightContinue reading “The Mourning Light”
Blood Moon
Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015 Blood Moon Crickets harmonize a rhapsody in August, sweet background singers Pregnant clouds hover in crisis of confidence, summer rain debate. Warm wind blows gently, dissolving clouds to fine mist; light shines through its haze Earth casts dark shadows, aligning with sun and moon in black velvet skies. Raging withContinue reading “Blood Moon”
Between Black and White
Between Black and White Between black and white, there lies a lot of gray. Colors mingle, fading away in a torrent of tears. I was stuck in the past, longing for yesterday… Caught up in a tangled web of pain and fears. Colors mingle, fading away in a torrent of tears, Heart crushed beneathContinue reading “Between Black and White”
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”
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”
Lifeline
Lifeline The veil of sadness fell down upon me, invoking dark shadows and shades of melancholy. Crimson tears trickle, scarring and burning. The world tilts and spins, the pages of life keep turning. The mind grows weary, witness to brutal violence. It longs for quiet sanctuary, seeking justice and penance. The lifeline has been castContinue reading “Lifeline”
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