29 Wednesday Aug 2018
Posted in My Photography, Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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August full moon 8/26/18
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29 Wednesday Aug 2018
Posted in August Writing, Poems, Poetry
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Tinged with scarlet dust
A fiery sun bleeds red
Darkened clouds reflect
August Writing Prompt – Tinged with scarlet dust – Day 29/31
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29 Wednesday Aug 2018
Posted in My Photography, Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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#mybackyard, #myphotography, #nofilter, birds, cardinal, dorindaduclos.com, male, nature, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, red birds, Wordless Wednesday
A beautiful cardinal (M) in my backyard
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28 Tuesday Aug 2018
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Charcoal clouds envelop the sun
Still, she fights, with all her might
Determined, to keep the dark away
And let her soul burn, into the night
Twilight, refusing to allow this
Said daytime could only stay for awhile
But she would not give in to him
For she knew just how to beguile
Igniting the clouds, with a spark of fire
She made her way, through the pitch
Darkness, she enamored, with her light
As the sky she did perfectly bewitch
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28 Tuesday Aug 2018
Posted in August Writing, Poems, Poetry
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#AugustWriting, #poetry, autumn, dorindaduclos.com, frost, leaves, Night Owl Poetry, passion, poems, summer, writing, writing prompt
Summer warmth has quickly passed
Shadows cover the afternoon
Flora begins to curl in the light
With autumn’s approach, I quietly swoon
As morning dew, with a frosty breath
Blankets each petal with rime
Her sign, of seasons changing
As the moon begins to climb
I watch the days grow darker
Ah, tis when I release my passion
For falling leaves, and autumn’s chill
To which my heart, I fashion
August Writing Prompt – Frosted petals – Day 28/31
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