Writing Prompt

1. Dawn My jars of moon water, old Magick Full of last night, and right now I’m going to drink the stars. 2. Siesta Palo verde green Sticks to your tongue, lingers Casting shade and glowing green 3. Twilight Moveable beasts- Morning climbs these mountains like a child The gold, reminds me of a silk blouse The one with the stars stitched into the collar

Black asphalt and cars There is one that never moves Countless untold lives Gray, white, and dirty He’s staring with hungry eyes The parking lot cat Lights that don’t turn off Illuminate the night sky Reminds me of home Littering the ground The remnants of cigarettes The smell still remains Lingering outside People never seen before Stare through my window Buzzing little bugs Swarm around my dim porch light It still just flickers A puddle of rain Pooled beneath a car outside Oh wait, that’s just oil Old stagnant water Sits in an empty kids pool It sits there for months

Bathed in golden light, Birds sing sweetly from the branch, Dandelion sway. Concrete’s jagged scar, Through the cracks, a flower blooms, Brave and beautiful. Sun begins to set, Fiery Hughes now paint the sky, The sweet birds retreat. Black blankets the Earth, Crickets chirp their serenade, To indifferent ears.

She hears the morning: Birds chirping in harmony, Life's song greets her ears. She feels the midday: Sun's warmth hugs her tender skin, Whispers of the breeze. She smells the evening: Rain's fresh scent on thirsty earth, Nature's perfume spreads. She tastes the night air: Hints of jasmine in the dark, Coolness on her tongue. She knows the world's pulse: Not through site, but memory, Her window to life. Spring's soft whispers flow, Blossoms dance, a scent so sweet, Life's warmth she knows well. Summer's fierce sun speaks, Children's laughter paints her day, Warm rays touch her soul. Autumn winds murmur, Leaves fall, golden Hughes unseen. Nature's shift she feels. Winter's silence falls, Snowflakes kiss the pane gently, Cold's embrace she greets. Seasons cycle through, Window open, what a view! Felt, not seen, beauty blooms.

The sun is rising High above the rolling hills And reaching to me Flowers sway in breeze They dance with the willow tree Delicate and true The sky is painted A vibrant and lovely blue And dotted with clouds Bumble bees bustle Franticly scattered in crowds Like a busy town My window lets me See past my problems and look At the summer day

Life within the frame Watching as life goes slowly Window to our soul Tessa💜

Leaves fading too fast The end of sweet summer bliss Fall begins again Birds swoop for a meal Rabbits running to and fro Chipmunk steals a snack Glistens, sparkles, snow Oh, the winter wonderland Mysteries to find

A fucsia stem dips in the slimmest of breezes five bells chime no sound A crow drifts over morning’s blue clarity holds its wings fully open

I can’t see the ground Only rare, low-hanging clouds I live in the sky A single palm tree Hanging sideways, clouds my view But I can’t complain Orange, yellow, blue Endless summers in LA Always sunset hues

Winter took the world in the night with crystalline covers that slow time. A herd of cramped cars, rage rustles through steel and glass, like wind through the trees. The raccoons take back what they say is their domain, skittering with pride.