dVerse — 3 little words — The Feeder

She feeds them in a quiet place Where willows droop; they know her face. Her pail with net, cracked corn, sharp spear; Unsensed the trap, fins swim sans fear. Death strung on lace. Her zinnias smile when she returns, Their hungry sway in copper urns, The roses arch with ruby grace In trellised dance; they…

dVerse and earthweal OLW — Florette to Incense

When weariness draws dreamland nigh Going through motions, relaxed sighs Tiny match light touches incense Thin snaking smoke of varied scents lazily rise Powdered sticks, olfactory joy of roses, lilacs, sweetly coy; some heavy sage or pink vervain, their tendrils rising just the same — heaven’s deploy. Nightly rituals, prayers said Aroma blanket cushions bed…

Day 3 — The valley of the shadow of death

image link The other ones were simple play Us, though, for real in ev’ry way Hurt brings life to shadow of death you walk, not talk, with silent breath; our growth at bay. * Mind in turmoil, throat has a lump, Our future can’t end o’er a bump! It wasn’t that bad — or was…