In the Hush

The dawn whispers good morning,
Peeking above the mountain covers…

Our Silence

It crashed our conversation,
Like an adolescent driver,
More meteor than metaphor…

Winter Woods

As I walked in the winter woods,
Amongst a chorus of white pines…

Cause for Pause

Our lives are filled with things to be done,
Chores to be worked and errands to run…

Watercolor, a poem written by Brad Osborne at Spillwords.com

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Painted in Twilight

Daylight melts into the horizon,
A ribbon of pink and orange…

Busy Bees

In our busy bee lives
Taking care of our hives

The Wee Hours

It’s dark. The only light, the fluorescent glow of the screen. Like a campfire, it cannot reach past where I sit.

Got Muse?

If asked about the absence, I might be tempted to blame it on my muse. That whisper in my ear that triggers my thought process. That needling itch to put words to my thoughts. The tickling of abstraction yearning for clarity and enunciation.

I Hear You

There is a vast difference between hearing and listening. Our conscious world bombards us with a plethora of sounds, from the faint rustling of leaves to the blaring of the horn from the car behind us. And although we hear everything, our vastly capable brain organizes and prioritizes these sounds so our auditory senses do … Continue reading

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