#vss365 #Cradle ✍️ Deep in the rugged Flint Hills, winds roared, storm clouds growled. Lightning felled an ancient limb… In its twisted #cradle of splintered wood, a lone oak seedling stirred beneath the tallgrass sea. Rain whispered into its hollows, Sun warmed its first green prayers. Patiently, unyielding, prairie-rooted life began again. #image crafted with #grokimagine #KansasPrairie #Resilience

Morning all, have a lovely weekend 😊 It's nearly hellebore time #FromTheArchives

I was standing on the edge of a cliff under a starlight that sunsets an eternal twilight, waiting for you to stand beside me, not thinking about #falling down, not trying to take me away, not worrying about past or future, but sharing this awesome beauty of being alive with me. #vss365 #bionicanadian @bionicanadian

#vss365 Ur laughter arrives—
like spring finding forgotten fields;
shadows learn to bloom.
Even the tired hours glow,
wearing the color of hope. Beside ur kindness,
ordinary days become stars.
Seasons lose their ache.
Moon, sun, & wandering winds
whisper of #evermore.

#vss365 Hold me where hands cannot touch, through petal dust and sad song kiss me in that quiet seam where one night ends and another begins I feel you there lingering like warmth on the ragged ends of day and I dream in fragments of #evermore 📷 Pixabay

#vss365 There’s a river of darkness Flowing through my veins Blackens my daydreams Sinks my soul To out of reach depths Bubbling in the empty Because without you Moon stars sun blur into naught These are my eerie #evermore hours

victory is earned free falling your final time so others can rise ©️Aspen #BraveWrite #vss365 #haiku #victory #falling #Poetry Love you, A🕊️ (BBS🤒) 👇 youtu.be/2IFF9yu5i3k

#vss365 In that ill lit night she left swirls of lightning dust in her wake. Her eyes were swimming in purple and her body hummed with power. Words like #evermore had no meaning to her. She had no recollection of the night she died, just the thread of thought that led to her graveside.

#Vss365 #evermore ✍️ As the crescent moon warms the frost-crusted ridge, wolves’ howls pierce the biting wind, calling the ancient ones. A lone lantern sways with soft metallic creaks as its golden flame crackles, greeting nightfall. Shadows gather while pine-scented smoke mingles with storied ice. In this century-old communion, the heartbeat of Earth exhales. Their Evermore Lore song lingers, its melody unveiling wisdom secrets for those who still remember how to listen. Image crafted with #grokimagine #NaturePoetry #MysticPoetry #WolfPack #LunarLore

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#vss366 #falling ✍️ Whenever Lavinia wound the heirloom pocket watch, time ticked backwards. Inside its gilded case a hidden engraving read “Property of the Falling Hour.” Last week it chimed at 3:17. This morning the chimes sang at 3:09, faster and more frantic. She tracked the second hand with growing dread as it devoured minutes she had already lived. Somewhere in the mist-shrouded depths of lost time a door had been left open. Something that should have stayed forgotten was now ticking toward her. Then the watch fell silent. #TimeHorror #microfiction Image crafted with #grokimagine

#vss365 Two thirds of a drunken star Hang from the cracked part Of my broken heart Strung by moonbeams Waiting to catch Like a trapping web Your driftwood help Other third to meld me whole A #falling star Twinkle twinkled where not meant to go

#vss365 She resides in the grooves, slipping in and out of the visible realm. There is a pause in the conversation. Unspoken words are floating nearby. She steps sideways, and glides through the hidden door. The brain is shutting down, and colors are #falling asleep.

She sits Hawthorn hangs heavy Rain has taken toll. The weight of it Petals strewn Across springs eager &in that place Where buds are #falling She is reminded Of nature Of mycorrhiza Of life, And it’s Wood Wide Web, & connections out there, More precious Each & every day #vss365

There is something magical about #falling rain . You're nostalgic remembering the past, and optimistic thinking of the future. #vss365

#vss365 #Prompt #Falling At eighty, she still set two cups on the table every morning. “Habit?” the nurse asked. She smiled at the empty chair. “No.” Outside, a leaf was falling. “It's how I keep loving someone who never really left.” #WritingCommunity

RT @iamwitwicky: I prayed for change A greening world arose #Falling within my vision The mountain stood still A cinematographer within St…

- the headland holds my whispered secrets. it listens. on occasion, it shudders either at the horror of my vows or the concussion of the waves far below. shockwaves bring repercussions - birds #falling from the sky, they have forgotten how to fly, just like me. - #vss365

Reminiscing She saw her past As a garden of flowers Some days A blooming #victory Others battered by storms She thought of her memories As bees visiting, Here then gone Her mind hovered Over the present She’s been stung But she’s still here Awake &smelling the Roses #vss365

seven vows and they announced victory neither of them noticed the sentence had already begun #victory #uropoet #vss365