26 Wednesday Sep 2018
Posted in My Photography, Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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#mybackyard, #myphotography, #nofilter, autumn, Backyard Buddies, chipmunk, critters, Dennis the Menace, dorindaduclos.com, foraging, hibernation, nature, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, seeds, Winter, Wordless Wednesday
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Oh boy! Food!
This one smells really good
Maybe I should take these home now
Hope no one sees me!
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26 Wednesday Sep 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, September Writing
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#poetry, #SeptemberWriting, autumn, beach, dorindaduclos.com, down the shore, Fall, Night Owl Poetry, ocean, poems, summer, unbrellas, writing, writing prompt, yellow
Packed and corded, yellow umbrellas stand tall
No longer unfurled, summer’s welcomed the fall
Lunch tables now empty, no suntan to get
The ocean’s still calling, but I’m not getting wet
It’s much too chilly to hang out, on the beach
The warmer days are gone, they’re all out of reach
And the breeze off the water, is icy and cold
How dare you, dear autumn, must you be so bold?
No boats on the water, no seagulls flying high
Down at the shore, I watched summer flying by
September Writing Prompt – Yellow Umbrellas – Day 26/30
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26 Wednesday Sep 2018
Posted in My Photography, Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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#mybackyard, #myphotography, #nofilter, babies, birds, cardinals, dorindaduclos.com, female, fledglings, nature, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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25 Tuesday Sep 2018
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#poetry, clouds, depression, dorindaduclos.com, gray skies, life, moonless, night, Night Owl Poetry, poems, rain, sadness, tears, writing
Tumultuous, the clouds as they sigh,
Gray, like days, they go drifting by
Black, as a moonless, starless night,
Water from my eyes, blurs my sight
Cascading down, perhaps in vain
Are they my tears or just the rain?
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25 Tuesday Sep 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Romantic Tuesday
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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, full moon, Harvest Moon, love, moon, Night Owl Poetry, poems, shadows, time, water, writing
She rises from the waters
Her ethereal being flows
Billowing silken threads
Shadows in the throes
Of muddied liquid ripples
Chilled, against her skin
A soul, that’s buried far below
Her spirit, deep within
The sands of time, forever
She withstands, her body frail
Searching for the one she loves
Will she, at last, prevail?
She’ll rise again, tomorrow
In hopes, she’ll see him soon
Standing where she saw him last
Beneath the Harvest Moon
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