Photons of Golden Light
Photons of gold
the tail end of winter’s light
up close
and far away
the tail end of the light of day
bright yet almost night
wafting with whispers
of a new season
a new reason
to live.
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Let me ease your burdens, if only for five seconds, with amusing or thought provoking stories and photographs.
el lloc de les fotografies de francesc carbonell... & co!
Independent Publisher of Poetry and Prose
ELITE WRITING SERVICES
Words that Sparkle, Thoughts that Ignite: Fueling Your Imagination
для родителей, бабушек и дедушек
A blog about BPD and art
The Power of Story
The mill of academic learning
"Empower your digital presence with us" "Transforming businesses through innovative technology" "Experience the digital revolution with our services" "Bringing your business to the digital forefront" "Accelerating growth with digital solutions" "Revolutionize your business with our digital expertise" "Unlocking digital potential for your business" "Innovative solutions for the digital age" "Connecting businesses to the digital world" "Navigating the digital landscape with ease"
Get Your Daily Scoop of The Latest Soup
The brooms of study
Aspergers syndrome, bipolarity, photography, art, poetry.
Fotografias e palavras percorrem o mundo de mãos dadas.
Shelves of Guidance
A great WordPress.com site
Books - Prose - Poetry - Haiku - Imagery
Writing, Poetry, Short Stories, Reviews, Art Contests
Paintings & Photographs
My Analogue Adventures
short stories & poems
Ideas, opinion, tips, advice, inspiration, and motivation of daily life.
Life in islamic point of view
The Early Church Fathers on Virgin Mary, the Mother of God.
World seen through camera lens
Onde as palavras ganham vida própria!
Beautiful pics and words, Ellen. xx
LikeLike
March 4, 2014 at 5:12 PM
Thank you, Running Elk! 🙂
LikeLike
March 4, 2014 at 6:12 PM
This is a lovely and hope-filled post, Ellen. I adore “wafting with whispers” as I find myself listening and enjoying every hint of spring song in my own neighborhood.
Blessings dear poet friend ~ Wendy ❀
LikeLike
March 4, 2014 at 7:23 PM
Thanks so much, dear Wendy. Not much sign of spring here although I do hear sparrows in the mornings and my husband saw buds but it is 28 F. Supposed to warm up. I think it is much warmer at your place. Thanks so much for calling me poet friend, poet friend.
LikeLike
March 4, 2014 at 8:14 PM
Radiant poetry and photography, Ellen — dazzling as gold. Beautifully penned. Blessings, Dee
LikeLike
March 4, 2014 at 8:05 PM
Thanks so much, Dee. My first poem in ages and ages so means a lot. Blessings to you, dear Dee.
LikeLike
March 4, 2014 at 8:15 PM
New season, new reason and some old friends to live…Lovely poem and the light is eternal Ellen!
LikeLike
March 5, 2014 at 2:20 AM
What a spiritual comment, Arjun. You seem more at peace lately– I hope for you that you are. xx Ellen
LikeLike
March 5, 2014 at 11:30 AM
Fabulous!
LikeLike
March 7, 2014 at 11:27 AM
Wow, Genie, thank you!!
LikeLike
March 7, 2014 at 11:42 AM
Well, here I am – at the tail end – where the tale ends, or knot, perhaps. Who knows?
A very nice match of words, thoughts, and photographs. Good post, Ellen! 🙂
LikeLike
March 12, 2014 at 7:43 PM
Fun comment, Uncle Tree, thank you!
LikeLike
March 13, 2014 at 7:09 AM