Sunlight

Autumn Sunlight

Autumn Sunlight – photo by Wild Thing

autumn sunlight
. . . through leaves

shadows dance
. . . over shuttered
eyes

Wild Thing ©July 3, 2018

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Falling

in the dark
… knowing why

those …
on the edge
… fall

Wild Thing ©June 24, 2018

She Is . . .

Irish Fire

Irish Fire – photo by Wild Thing

Irish wildfire

Untamed and yet

Strong as the mountains

Gentle as a breeze

Passionate as the colors of autumn

Fierce as the winter freeze

Endless as the spring skies

Hot as the burning sun

Mysterious as the moon

Forged in flames

Hammered, tempered and shaped

Both Goddess and Woman

Vision, dream, healer, muse

A love for the ages

Wild Thing ©2017

Pending

Sirens
Neighbors gather
Coffee cups in hand

The local Miss Havisham
Leaving her home
In a body bag

Jilted late
No children
Kept to herself
In her Mother’s home

Sailed out weekly
To purchase staples
Dressed oddly
Wild hair

Then, back home
Hidden behind closed
Doors and curtains

Her death
As was her life
A mystery

No obituary information
Pending notification
Of kin

Wild Thing ©February 17, 2018

 

Snowflake

Snowflake

Blue Drift – photo by Wild Thing

Snowflake
An odd insult
So beautiful
Unique
Each different

Delicate, yes
But devastating
In a group

What is a blizzard
But thousands
Of snowflakes

It shuts down
Roads, schools, cities
It transforms
Entire landscapes

It will burn
With a deceptive
Icy cold

Wild Thing ©October 3, 2017

Halloween Night

Skeletal Tree

SKeletal Tree – photo by Wild Thing

Witches ride wild
Under moonlight
They fly on brooms
To Goblins delight

Oddly shaped gourds
With gruesome smiles
Light the way for
Jack’s weary miles

Bats fly above
Owls hoot below
Eerie noises
Walking slow

Down the road
In the haunted manse
Spectral visions
Do a macabre dance

At the boneyard
The gate groans
Spirits singing
Their ghostly moans

Wind picks up
To add its howl
In harmony with
The hoot of the owl

Shadow shapes
Are monsters waiting
To grab you quick
Your fear pulsating

If you find yourself
Filled with fright
Have no care
Tis Halloween Night

Wild Thing ©October 14, 2107

Spirit Freed

Villagers gathers
All come
Mourning begins

Honoring
That life

No matter
How meager
Or great

Sending it on

Old loves
Grudges, debts
Die with it

The Spirit
Now free
Of pettiness

Through
Laughter,
Song, stories,
Love
Fills
Empty hearts

Wild Thing ©July 29, 2017

Please Vote

The above photo is one of my most popular photos. Currently it is in the World Photography Contest at Viewbug.com . . .

If you like it, I would greatly appreciate your vote on this image. You can click on the caption below the image, or just go here:  “Here I Will Abide” and scroll down. The vote blue button is just below the awards section on the lower left of the page.

Thank you so much . . .

Wildly Yours,

Wild Thing