Today I laid on my back under a tree, looking up at the sky, its wisps of clouds dancing in the beautiful blue heavens. I breathed in the crisp, cool air and closed my eyes as thoughts flooded my mind. Unexpected tears gently escaped as I thought of lost love, loneliness, my father’s upcoming death…


waterfalls, a gentle stream, feet on the earth, bare, aware of possibilities, her fire contained for now. Emily C. Poésie © 2018 WyldeVerse Prompt 60 guide phrase: Stoke the Fire Photo Credit