Grey day, Sycamore Stands nearly naked in place Cold winter morning… Nancilynn Saylor 2017 January
Category: Poetry
Winter’s approach
Brisk dry air with 23 degrees. Sun shimmers on autumn colors Winter solstice nears… Nancilynn Saylor, December 2016
Changes
November changes Blown by helter-shelter winds Leaves dance like dervishes Beneath a blackened dawn Sun peeks Plays hide-and-seek With early clouds Sent skittering to the edges of horizon. Nancilynn Saylor November 2016
“…To her place by the river”
Yesterday we learned that one of my “ultimate” poets, Leonard Cohen, had passed away. He had been part of my life for half a century. I read his poetry while I hung out in the library my junior and senior years of high school in the late 1960s. For some serendipitous occasion our lives crossed […]
Inhale- exhale breaths Dawn breaks on beach Waves- sand birds all rush to shore Nancilynn Saylor 2016 On the Texas Coast
Just Passing Through
Drifts in on cool breeze In waxing afternoon light Pausing to refuel ©Nancilynn Saylor 2016 Photo from the fluttering visitors. Save
Poem for a Zebra Long wing
I watch you dip and fly dancing, leaf to leaf, taking ease any place you land- eluding my lens as if I mean to steal your soul. Your visage burns into my memory I have no designs on your soul- just an image to sustain me through winter’s coming chill. © Nancilynn Saylor Photo of […]
Winds of change
Sometimes sleep comes late into the night then rising creates challenges. Will my day mirror the world outside my door? I ponder my own statement as I step into the gray soupy fog that blankets the drive. Out of sync with myself, morning coffee delayed by an hour or more… instead of […]
Autumn
Dawn brings chilly air Leaves tremble in breezes Sycamore tree in autumn.
In a month’s time
I go again, soon … for dawn and dusk on the shoreline. insignificant to some, the Texas shore now my “ocean.” It’s not that I have not dipped toes into an authentic ocean, for I have; but the baggage that came with living in an ocean state was too weighty at the time. Texas! At […]
Nancilynn is Writing again 