natural magic

The taste of life

enshrined by death and cold

is the sweetest

 

 

 

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the birds fled as /

the smart trot and jingling  of the rimy harnesses/

cross the laughing woods

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How it went:

I was on the prowl to take some photos of the wildlife, in a little wood nearby. I do that a lot. The weather was cold, the wind bit my cheeks. Curiously, the  birds started singing, and I did my best to sneak up on them.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching hooves startled the birds, and they took off.  As the carriage passed by my position, the people on it started laughing. I must have looked foolish, standing there in the ditch, clambering unto the rimy rosebush, camera glued to my face.

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butterfly

a young summer day

butterflies are dancing in the light

I go on with a smile

 

blue

did you ever wonder,

why everything far away seems to

become blue?

 

homo ex machina

the guardian angel you´ve requested,

is now available. Please select devine guidance, and

set account to self destruct

 

women my age

Mother nature made me amply,

luscious- but without karies and venereal disease

I´m a f***ing renaissance woman

remote

I need a pause

button in my life.  And a mute button.

I need them badly.

collar bone haiku

Obeying, only a bit

Bloodred bitemark on my chest

Bruised, but proud

rookie lover

smirk flashing

“You are easily impressed my love,”

he whispers amused

leaves

Foggy night, no stars.

Tonight a shadow collects

the Dead and the Fallen