This Hallows Eve

This Hallows Eve

When all things blur if not seeded from within.

This Queen of the Night

This Queen of the Night

And her dreamy aroma peaked after dusk.

This Marmalade Room

This Marmalade Room

Not a bitter note detected.

No Reservations Required

No Reservations Required

But do bring a handkercheif for a wipe down.

This Passing In Time

This Passing In Time

Moving through it in between its measures and motions.

These Cards

These Cards

Penned for a sojourner off on a three day adventure into the wild.

These Rangoli Designs

Delicately created in hopes of welcoming deities.

What Masters We Are…

What Masters We Are…

With our biological antenna in tune to where our memories reside.

Out of the Miry Clay,

Out of the Miry Clay,

My footsteps firm, waiting for the candy color leaf display.

Here We Go

Here We Go

Adios prolonged summer by a month, at least I can always resort to this for warmth.