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through the darkest hour
every tree top in the forest
adorned with a star
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Tag: Trees
Carpe Diem Haiku *Trees*
Photo by Hamish ‘Managua’ Gunn
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sprouting pine stump
growth rings reveal generations
circle of life
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Texture
Texture is the most enduring and ubiquitous underpinning of form… certainly a calming, meditative and appealing world for both the eye and mind. /Lynda Lehmann/
Carpe Diem Haiku *Dance With The Trees*
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deep in snowdrift
i wrap my arms around tree
last dance before spring
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Sunday Stills Challenge: Trees/ Fall Colours
This time for Ed’ s challenge it’ s all about autumn and its colours. I walked and enjoyed…
Sunday Stills Challenge: Trees/ Fall Colours
Ese’s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge – Bare
My challenge is my passion – a photo you have taken and a quote, attributed to its author, and of course related to your image. Every week on Sunday I will post a new prompt.
And…I will be sending a few of you a free copy of my book, Butterfly Thy Name, each week, in due course – when it’s finished!
I want to thank my fellow bloggers who have already become a part of this challenge. Everyone’ s welcome to join! All you have to do is:
– create a post of your own with the title Ese’s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge – Bare;
– include a link to this post also for others to find you.
Let your ideas flow and enjoy! Ese
Prompt 5 – BARE
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. /K.Gibran/
And now – it’s time for yours…
A Word A Week Photo Challenge – Garden
There is always music amongst the trees in the garden,
but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it. /M.Aumonier/
There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place
where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant
than ever again. /E.Lawrence/
When the world wearies and society ceases to satisfy,
there is always the garden. /M.Aumonier/
Carpe Diem Haiku Special *Winter Trees*
snow captures branches
dreams of spring hidden beneath
winter trees still numb
no footprints in snow
if only they could walk far
clump of winter trees
Autumn Elegy
Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile./W.C.Bryant/
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad./E.W.Teale/
Then summer fades and passes and autumn comes. We’ll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure./T.Wolfe/
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