Trickle of Sea

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Ambition, Black and White, Florida, Introspection, Muse, Nature, Ocean, Photography, Poetry, Sand, Sea, Swash, Thoughts

Slowly masticates the land, this little, rippled trickle of Sea; so similar to the furtive Ambition that patiently gnaws away at me.

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Humble is the Weaver of the Web

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Black and White, Blogging, Humility, Humour, Nature, Quote, Spider, Web

Such is the quiddity of Humility.

“Thus spins the spider, hated by many for its spooky bite, its clingy web, the feeling of neglect its presence leaves behind.  Yet it weaves its web and catches its prey to the best of its ability, and if you happen to capture a glimpse of its artwork glistening with dew in the sunlight, you think how bejeweled is the creator of that webwork.”

-Quote by Marsha Lee, dear friend and superbly inspiring, talented, humourous, and entertaining blogger. Please feel welcome to drip by her blog and imbibe of her literary adventures- and I greatly encourage leaving a comment as she will dazzle and enthrall with her wonderfully scintillating and winsome response: Marsha Lee

Many good cheers,

Autumn Jade

In Afternoon Thought

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Black and White, Hope, Lao Tzu, Light, Nature, Peace, Quotes, Tranquil, Woods

“She does not show herself, and therefore is apparent. She does not affirm herself, and therefore is acknowledged. She does not boast and therefore has merit. She does not strive and therefore is successful. It is exactly because she does not contend, that nobody can contend with her.”

-Lao Tzu

Liminal Overcast

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Autumn, Fall, Fall Colour, Florida, Forest, Grief, Leaf, Nature, Pain, Photography, Poetry, Water

Autumn’s liminal overcast

Makes stark and bleak each vagrant leaf-

A translunary breath of Rain-

Such is the quiddity of Grief

That conjures a smile from Pain.

Cranium Garden

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Ant, Black and White, Fern, Florida, Nature, Photography, Poetry

Haggard and pithy,

Soft wind yawning, leaves lustrous,

Plumes looming in drear

Where arthritic hands

Punch through the death, strewn,

‘Neath the fernery.

Insects creep and probe,

Below-

Clamber Ebbing Light,

Gallant spores leeching Ant’s brain-

Cranium Garden.

Such is Nature’s pain,

Sometimes,

In this brittle sacrifice-

Tender mist of spores spills down

From doleful heavens.

Iodine Sun (The Last Geo-Engineer)

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Black and White, Dark, Drear, Fall, Gossamer, Light and Shadow, Nature, Photograph, Prose, Stark, Sunlight, Web, Woods

Iodine sun seeps through the gauze of sulfuric cloud, atmosphere smothered as sunset swims on still pools of flaming auburn. Dead leaves swirl at the surface. Staggering, spilling, fisticuffing with the twisting branches that grasp and clutch, I toss into the prickly, stinging copse of thorns and splinters. There, at last, I find stillness, inhaling the heady scent of decay, visage buried in debris, listening to the writhing of beetles and centipedes beneath.

As a species decants into the Night, there may linger a faded imprint, but Nature utilizes and swiftly forgets her creatures lost- she knows no mourning as a comet smears the evening sky, unseen, and a last breath escapes with a silent wheeze.