Writing Prompt

My cup knows what you give it

Your sweet fuck all is a fountain...

1. Dawn

My jars of moon water, old Magick

Full of last night, and right now

I’m going to drink the stars.

2. Siesta

Palo verde green

Sticks to your tongue, lingers

Casting shade and glowing green

3. Twilight

Moveable beasts-

Morning climbs these mountains like a child

The gold, reminds me of a silk blouse

The one with the stars stitched into the collar...

Black asphalt and cars

There is one that never moves

Countless untold lives

Gray, white, and dirty

He’s staring with hungry eyes

The parking lot cat

Lights that don’t turn off

Illuminate the night sky

Remi...

Bathed in golden light,

Birds sing sweetly from the branch,

Dandelion sway.

Concrete’s jagged scar,

Through the cracks, a flower blooms,

Brave and beautiful.

Sun begins to set,

Fiery Hughes now paint the sky,

The sweet birds retreat.

Black blankets the Earth,

Crickets chirp their serenade,

To indifferent ears....

She hears the morning:

Birds chirping in harmony,

Life's song greets her ears.

She feels the midday:

Sun's warmth hugs her tender skin,

Whispers of the breeze.

She smells the evening:

Rain's fresh scent on thirsty earth,

Nature's perfume spreads.

She tastes the night air:

Hints of jasmine in the dark,

Coolness on her tongue.

She knows the world's pulse:

Not through site, but memory,

Her window...

The sun is rising

High above the rolling hills

And reaching to me

Flowers sway in breeze

They dance with the willow tree

Delicate and true

The sky is painted

A vibrant and lovely blue

And dotted with clouds

Bumble bees bustle

Franticly scattered in crowds

Like a busy town

My window lets me

See past my problems and look

At the summer day...

Life within the frame

Watching as life goes slowly

Window to our soul

Tessa💜...

Leaves fading too fast

The end of sweet summer bliss

Fall begins again

Birds swoop for a meal

Rabbits running to and fro

Chipmunk steals a snack

Glistens, sparkles, snow

Oh, the winter wonderland

Mysteries to find...

A fucsia stem dips

in the slimmest of breezes

five bells chime no sound

A crow drifts over

morning’s blue clarity holds

its wings fully open...

I can’t see the ground

Only rare, low-hanging clouds

I live in the sky

A single palm tree

Hanging sideways, clouds my view

But I can’t complain

Orange, yellow, blue

Endless summers in LA

Always sunset hues...