Morning Spider

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Black and White, Calm, Florida, Macro, Morning, Nature, Peaceful, Photography, Poetry, Quiet, Solitude, Spider, Web

Onyx eyes

Like seeds

Observe

Somber sunlight

Streaming through

Red membranes

And liquid legs

Wind, ferine

Stirring

Anguished leaves and

Green spider’s

Dark

Spiny Shadow

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Of Arduous Grey

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Black and White, Dreary, Garden, Morning, Nature, Personal, Photography, Poetry, Rain

Of Arduous Grey,

These

Bleary mornings-

Creature caged

Beast

With gentle eyes-

This is Love

Childlike

Within the Heathen

Hugging rabbits

Sautéing onions

And black beans

Then

Weeping

In the garden

Alive

With the brilliance

Of Rain

Plumes of acrid smoke

Swirling in Dawn

This Life-

One long, laborious

Over-dose

Morn’s Pale Apparition

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Black and White, Dew, Florida, Flower, Loss, Morning, Nature, Photography, Poetry, Thoughts, Words, Yearning

The sweeping of Wings

Into candent Dawn

Welkin of turbid yellow

Punched with feathered fists of cloud-

Morn’s Pale Apparition lifts

Sorbile gems gleam in garland light

Kicked by creaking shoes-

Black starlings scatter

Beyond- a school bell’s keening

Slathered in mid-morning sun

Donning the Dew- slumping, careworn

Drenched in its memory

Eyes red with exhaust

Concrete dust and sun-baked blooms

Barbed thoughts pulsating-

Desiderium

To Meet Once More, Upon the Morrow

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Atlantic Coast, Brine, Dawn, East Coast, Euphoria, Florida, Life, Morning, Nature, Ocean, Passion, Photography, Sea, Shark, Story, Sunrise, Surf, Surf Photography

Entranced by the dawn, Briny Lass slithered into the seethe, black and glinting like a seal, with a flash of lemon flipper. The waves were building. Energy flowed through the brine. She pummeled through the mint-green swell, on the hunt for sharks as they began their early-morn feed. When she felt a rush of lissome bodies sliding all around her, and spotted an eager pelican sweeping above with glazed blue eye keen on a meal below- she knew she had found the perfect place to loom and wait for a breach.

Two hours rolled by, the waters frilling with life, each back-lit wave brimming with the dark silhouettes of fleeing fish, but still no breach. Lone Surfer paddled happily past her, encased in contented oblivion. Some wave sets passed, and then, as the Old Salty Lass clambered up the glassy visage of a vast wave, there came a great roar shattering the din of the sea, just beyond. Exuberantly, she clawed to the top and was greeted by a sight of majestic splendor. Before her a great geyser of what seemed to be thousands of fish rocketed into the air, desperately trying to flee the ocean and take wing, to escape the death of the great gleaming  maw of the most immense and powerful Shark the Briny Lass had ever met. He twisted toward the sweeping heavens, dancing on the wind, pirouetting like a ballerina, amidst the fountain of fleeing prey. There was a great crash like the sound of an orca’s body colliding with the surface of the sea as the creature plummeted back into the depths.

At this point, lone Surfer’s smiling oblivion was destroyed, as he found himself right in the midst of this fantastic marine saga. He proceeded to rapidly paddle toward shore, turning to say to the Lass of Brine as he swept by, “Did you see that big shark?!”

“Oh yes,” she grinningly replied with squeals of joy, rapidly finning toward Shark, “Absolutely stunning! Just what I came out here for!”

And so the humans parted. It was not much longer before the barnacled old Briny Lass, too, was bound to recede back into the terrestrial life, as her three-hour session was coming to its end. Even as she made her way back, shuffled through the sands, and began beetling toward her old, wind-lashed, salt-encased, craggy, weathered abode by the sea, the vitative rush of euphoria still surged through her being, and she knew upon the dawn of the morrow, she and Shark would be compelled to meet again.

Ebullient cheers,

Autumn Jade

In The Meniscus

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Black and White, Dawn, Dew, Florida, Morning, Photography, Poetry, Web

Still hear the crickets,

Dawn pooled in the meniscus.

Reticence longing.

Dangling from a noose of silk-

Strangled grasshopper.