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SPRING–A CHANGING SEASON

Posted on March 25, 2017 by elainedanforth

A changing season makes its way like biting and surprising treason, as it blooms toward hot sun arc peaking near as high as heaven, up from wet and cold and dark that chills the bone with fierce wind blown to … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry, Seasons, Spring, Summer, Uncategorized, Winter | Tagged Black, Change, Changing, Cold, Color, Darkness, Fade, Freezing, Gray, Segue, Shift, Steady, Sun, Transition, Trustworthy, Wet, White, Wind | Leave a comment

OF EARTH AND SKY

Posted on January 26, 2017 by elainedanforth

Groan. Sigh. I’m flesh and bone, part of earth, but of stars first– expansive as the black night sky.

Posted in Poetry, Quick reads | Tagged Black, Earth, Expansive, Flesh and bone, Night Sky, Sky, Stars | Leave a comment

THE COLOR OF A SOFT GRAY DAY

Posted on January 27, 2015 by elainedanforth

A soft gray day, late January. . . the pale sun, the ambiance so airy breathe life and light to spring’s small blooms, and gentle pop of squirrel peep, plus bubbling fresh birdsong. . . the clear, cool warmth, the … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry, Prayer, Seasons, Spring, Winter | Tagged Accompanied, Airy, Alone, Ambiance, Ashes, Bare, Beauty, Birds, Birdsong, Black, Blooms, Burst, Challenge, Clear, Comfortable, Confidence, Cool, Day, Diary, Digress, Distance, Earth, Ere, Eyelashes, Fear, Feeling, First, Flowers, Gentle, Good, Gray, Gray Sky, Hair, High, Hilly, HInt, History, Hope, Horizons, Image, Important, January, Journey, Leaves, Life, Light, Love, Mind Body, Mingled, Movie House, Mush, Muted, Neighborhood, New, New horizons, Pale, Peace, Peep, Pop, Quiet, RIght, Rising, Road, Save up, Seasons, Secret, Sky, Slope, Slow, Spirit, Splendor Colors, Spring, Squint, Squirrel, Sun, Thirst, Tour, Trees, Unwritten, Up, Vantage point, Walking, Warmth, Wash, White, Winter, Year | Leave a comment

LIFE’S CURVY TIGER STRIPES

Posted on March 19, 2014 by elainedanforth

Life’s rarely only black or white, it’s more often swerved and curved and texture mixed like the wild flanks whose skin’s the furry tiger stripe. . . and sometimes it’s illusive like the floating mist by sunlight kissed that forms … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Tagged Black, Confidence, Day, Fear, Feeling, Fur, Heart, Illusiveness, Life, Mind Body, Opening, Poetry, Purpose, Rainbow, Stripe, Tiger, White | Leave a comment

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SPRING–A CHANGING SEASON

OF EARTH AND SKY

THE COLOR OF A SOFT GRAY DAY

LIFE’S CURVY TIGER STRIPES

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