SPRING/ EASTER FEATURE 2017

Time for a special Spring feature.
Here is some of my special Easter photos...
                     


And some of my favorite Easter/Spring deviations from other artists...
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Smother Me
Comfort me always
With your heart and soul
Embrace me tightly
And never let me go
Surround me with your presence
So I'll never be alone
Blanket me with your emotions
So I'll never get cold
Envelope me with tender care
In my times of sickness
Shelter me with concern
And keep me safe
Enclose me with your gentleness
When I am filled with sorrow
Lavish me with kindness
So I know you understand
Intoxicate me with your words
So I know your heart
Entangle me with actions
So I know your loving ways
Reinforce me with your strength
When I'm feeling weak and weary
Cover me with your sweetness
So that I never turn bitter
Drown me with kisses
From your lips of affection
Consume me with caresses
So I never forget your touch
Suffocate me with all of you
Believe me I don't mind
Smother me with all your love
For it keeps my heart alive                        Serenity's Angel 
I am she, Serenity...
Thou knowest not my beauty.
But if ye sought the face of the Lord
surely, I would come to thee.
My wings are bound and chained
to fly,
only, unto the sincere
whom hath searched with the angels
of Patience, and Mercy, and Truth,
for the key to my seal.
I reside not, in the halls of vexation,
nor do I, neighbor with wrath.
I know only the ways, of love and justice
and all they of whom, such qualities hath.
I flyest through the beginings
unto the ends of the earth; my candle
an eternal flame.
Given to me  of the Lord
for affinity...
seek His face
and share my name.
 ©          <da:thumb id="649372475"/>  Pencils and StarsSo I went
I went to the place of writing
Of dribs and drabs and
Pencils writing stars
And we could talk
Of stars and pencils
And how they have
Light in common.
But I went to this place
Her past has barred me from
The wild woman with
The fire
Burning down the bridges
Sowing the ground with salt
So all I find when
I try to make my way back
Are charred black edges
Rivers uncrossable and poisoned
And salty ground.
There is nothing living
That way anymore.
I think about
How I just say it
Pencils and stars
Writing light
And I think that
Coloring is the only solution.  The Envelope   The envelope remembers
   where and how,
   the poem was written.

   Maybe not its beginning
   or even its ending,
   but certainly and always its meaning.
   And though
   my eroded memory fails,
                 … these days…
   White pale beacon, it stands
   a safe limestone shore between,
   the wavy seas and the middle-lands.
   Unlocking time and distance
   leading back to it, all of my vagabond sails,
   weaved mix of erratic words and ancient dreams.
   Images flash with an undeniable brilliance
   no longer a perishing sun in twilight rain,
   but my own soul, whole… again.

*K
M  White SparrowsWhite sparrows fly
through the stained glass cathedrals
of my shattered dreams
the sound echoes the walls
so cold and monastic whilst darkness falls
It rains
while a tapestry of delusions burn
and claims forever, the sun
leaving over the horizon
the ghost shadow of a unicorn
*K
MARCH
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