The Day 11 prompt for NaPoWriMo is based on the concept of the language of flowers.
we seduce your senses
with the fragrance of love,
laughter, and death
we are mother nature's artist
painting fields and forests in
soft and radiant hues
we are the lovers of birds and bees
we are the ancient, primordial seed
we are wildflowers
July’s full moon, often called the Buck or Thunder moon, rises early over our homestead in the Okanogan Highlands of Washington State.
The full moon lives up to its name with constant thunderstorms that rumble over the highlands every afternoon. And recently we’ve spotted a young buck down by the pond.
Cheers to long summer days and mesmerizing summer nights under the Thunder Moon!
~ Sue
In this land of winter,
stillness calls my name
and with each fallen snowflake
autumn’s forest is reclaimed.
In this time of winter,
the darkness reaches deep
and draws light from the night
as woodland creatures sleep.
In this time of winter,
in my cabin by the stream,
I rest my weary body
and allow my heart to dream.
In this time of winter,
my eyes grow grey and dim
and I foresee the coming
of this life that’s soon to end.
Yet, in this time of winter,
I am reminded of ‘the way‘
that just as nature falls asleep
she shall awaken one spring day.
