Two Ruby Tuesdays...

Tuesday is photo day for me on Silently Mine, the Ruby Tuesday meme. I forgot to post last weeks link, so...this week there are two links to my Red photos. Happy Ruby Tuesday y'all. ;)


Retro Ruby Tuesday

Brought back from the brink of delete






Love,

Some days just are...

The day has turned bleak
like a leaf tossed to and fro in the wind.

Helplessly caught between sky and earth.

Blown off course, lost to a destination, alone,
directionless.

The moment gone - as is the leaf from the
parent tree, restlessly yearning for the
safety of its umbilicus: the nurturing warmth of connection.


~~~


The days are still sunny and warm, hot even and humid, but the change is in the air...the mornings are chilly and the dew on the grass is heavier. Most of all the air feels and smells different. Our trees haven't changed color yet, I'm looking forward to that - lots of potential photographs.

If your in the mood for more 55's to enjoy visit G-Man at Mr. Knowitall, or if you fancy writing some 55's, G-daddy is the man to see.

Have a wonderful Friday y'all. :))

Love,

Ruby Tuesday

Follow this link ---> Something in the bag...for my Ruby Tuesday photos. They're mighty cute this week. :))



Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday & Through Time

Something a little different from my pen this week. I had thoughts of other things but they needed more concentration and thought than I had space for amongst all the people in my house today...promised myself I would start earlier in the week for the 55, but that didn't happen either. At least I have an offering this week.

Have a great weekend everyone! :))


More 55 links here! Go visit G-Daddy on Mr. Knowitall and join in the fun.




Paw prints in dewy grass
tracked in the morning light
across the deck down to the
parsley patch - tastes like lollies
to a rabbit sniffing the dawn air.

He smells Autumn's arrival tempered
with a lazier, softer ambiance
than the Summer just passed,
with its electric heat that
dripped humidity under a blazing sun.





P.S. you might like to read the other poem in this post...check below.










Borrowed Image
by George Eastman.






Transported by a tympani of steadily falling
rain sluicing from the roof; I sit, watching you
dance in the deluge, cold droplets
dripping from your chin.

You haven't yet sensed my intent study of
your eyes searching a distant view with
focused intensity, turning the whiskey color
a different hue.

Raspberry colored lips twist wistfully
into a smile, whispering indiscernible
words--a name, a prayer, lover's thoughts
drifting away on the air;

In the blink of an eye, I wonder: was I
really there?




~~


Love,