Sometimes no words are needed.
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An Early Start
The Fascination of Moss
Sometimes, no words are needed.
Into the Setting Sun
Sometimes, no words are needed.
A Bloom Among the Thorns
Sometimes no words are needed.
Walk a Treacherous Path
Sometimes, no words are needed.
At the Edge of the Ice
Sometimes, no words are needed.
Squirrel in the Snow
amidst familiar realities transformed into landscapes of unwelcoming frigidity, harmonize like a squirrel in the snow, drawing on autumnal bounties and memories of summers past, for soon icicles will melt away, freeing frozen dreams in Spring's long awaited thaw
A Snowy Walk
Sometimes, no words are needed.
Shiva
Sometimes, no words are needed.
Reflect
Sometimes, no words are needed.
A Splash of Colour
amidst hues reminiscent of summer days and meadow flowers inspiration blooms
A View Through the Arch
view through a dream's ambiguous clarity visions conjured from yesteryear's depths unchanging necessities amidst the hubbub
Lord of the Wild Things
wild energies flow channelled through fertile form the lord of the goats leaps in triumph leading the herd along paths of uncertainty
On the Bridge
meet me on the bridge where the chasm between us no longer divides
The Ways of the Paths
She didn't look back. After all, she was of the Bakiai, and the Bakiai always looked forward. That was how their paths stayed true.
Dreams of Dragons
youthful flights of fantasy preserved in crystal dreaming inspiration encapsulated
Play Your Cards
Sometimes, no words are needed.
The Touch of his Hand
"Ssh," he soothed. "It's all right now. Everything's fine." Magic effervesced beneath his fingertips as he ran his hand in calming strokes down her back, his powers reinforcing his words...
Gargoyle
as society celebrates surface artifice  masking ugliness beneath painted smiles pure hearts sculpted in gargoylesque form wither whilst awaiting their chance to fly
Lunchtime
Sometimes, no words are needed.
The Flamingos of Doddington Hall
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Skinny Man
he stands watch the skinny man the benevolent guardian of hope's illumination
Waiting
Sometimes, no words are needed.
Owl and Pussycat
attitudes diverge for harmonious journeys compromise required
awaiting the arrival of the guests
Is it Christmastime yet?
anticipation gathers  in electric frissons on the air excited laughter mingling with the scents of pine needles and spices as children follow the white rabbit into a magical wonderland for a date not to be missed
Childhood Joys
Imogen's hands shook as she brushed the gathered debris away from the miniature village, her reeling emotions slow to calm. She righted a fallen bench and straightened a leaning signpost. Despite her best efforts, a clinging miasma of neglect remained. The place felt... empty.
The Christmas Village
stroll along snow covered lanes encompassing seasonal cheer
Bah humbug!
Sometimes, no words are needed.
Fallen Leaves
fallen leaves lie scattered yesterday's doubts discarded insulating the seeds of hope through winter's long chill
Six Word Story: Charade
Bruises concealed. Flinches masked. Happiness faked.
Changing Seasons 2017: November
You wend your way across the meadow's open expanse as the early sun casts its glow upon the toadstools and the tumbled leaves. The chill air catches at your throat as you breathe deep. Negativity disperses with the puther of each expelled breath...
Sometimes, no words are needed.
Step by Step
gain insight in ascent awakening emotions stultified by society's strictures * gain closure in descent revisiting issues locked within subconscious crypts * gain wisdom with each step overcoming life's adversities so true joy can be found
The White Bridge
cross the white bridge transitioning from autumnal dreams into the bleak reality of shadow-cast days awakening to discover the wisdom of the winter crone
On Autumnal Waters
Sometimes, no words are needed.
Monochrome Monday: Lakeside
joyous laughter echoes over the lake's expanse as small feet kick tumbled leaves into riotous disarray * lakeside memories of chill air nipping at unmuffled skin whilst safely enclosed in loving arms with ducks to feed
Reflections
see reality mirrored in reflections on the water  a semblance of the otherworld glimpsed through the lake's portal with a change of perspective truth is revealed I took a walk around Hartsholme Lake yesterday. The reflections on the water were lovely.
