Summer Weekends

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It’s that time of year again, Summer!!  I’ll be taking weekends off, starting today, through Labor Day Weekend.  It gives me time to refuel and spend some much needed down time with the hubby!  I hope you’ll still come to visit, even though I won’t be home.. but the door is always open at Night Owl Poetry. 🙂

Enjoy your weekends, folks!  Life’s too short to let them pass you by ❤

~ Dorinda

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I share my bounty

For life has given me joy

In abundant love

IMG_0960This little guy comes right up to my hubby, not even afraid.  They play a game with peanuts.  Yes, he’s wildlife but he is also life…I love my chippies 🙂

Photos and haiku ©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved

There Will Always be Bridges

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I have traveled many roads

Crossed many bridges, broken

And burned, by words, by actions,

By me, still, I travel over them

Stumble upon them, slip and

Even fall through the cracks

Yet, with each plank, each step

I learn, there will always be bridges

Waiting, to find, to cross, and to teach

 

 

©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay

Friday Fantasy ~ Mystery Mansion

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Oh my, what a lovely house I see!
Could this mansion be for me?

Lights along the path are laid
Through the leaves of colored jade

Nestled in this olden tree
Oh! Could this really be for me?

Should I knock, to see who’s home?
No, I’ll just flutter round, and roam

About the forest, glitter, bright
With fairy dust, to mark my flight

And cast a spell, so nothing shows
I’ll cover up the mystic glows

To keep it for myself, to be
My hidden place of mystery

 

 

©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay

Friday Fantasy ~ The Visitor (part five)

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Now approaching his 10th year, he couldn’t stay away, finding himself walking home from school, making sure he crossed her path. He was always an inquisitive child but there was a pull, a sensation his young mind could not explain and dare not ever speak of, for the town would think him mad. Instead, he would brush off her headstone, then be on his way. And she watched, always watched, as he would disappear around the tall oak, and she smiled to herself. Yes, she had him, a promise she kept for herself. One Timothy’s father thought was long forgotten. One Jocelyne would never forget.

As winter waned and the promise of spring approached, the once snow crusted marker was again uncovered, this time by the warmth of the sun. Yet, there was no warmth here. For here, on this land filled with nobody’s, she waited for the right time, that perfect moment, to leave her final mark…

The finale: next Friday…


Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay