A lifetime spent with struggles… smooth stones or sharp gravel. ©Nancilynn Saylor The garden gate
Category: Poetry
The City stirs to life …
Four black crows take wing Under cerulean skies Suburbia stirs… .
Summer sounds
Dog day cicadas- Symphony for summer nights. Still, August lingers… © Nancilynn Saylor 2016 Cicada on front porch this morning!
Mexican Limes
They first begin to flower in the green house, typically, mid-December, occasionally January . The scent can only be described as Powerful… at times, I drag a small stool inside the greenhouse, and sit with the blooms until the potent scent drives me away. Late Summer, the fruit ripens . I rub the skin against […]
From my Bucket list
June, 1999 The year following the death of my mother, the year following my completion of treatment… Lymphoma(Non-Hodgkin’s / B-cell large& small) that year was a blur. He’d made a lot of money in the stock market & we should go on a trip to celebrate… Sedona! My only ever hot air- […]
Chasing Autumn
Sun’s rays stream through the gate. Rivulets of perspiration trickle down beneath the neck of my sundress- following the space between my breasts& soaking the lightest weight lingerie It is said that cotton is king in Texas & its a damp monarch, this time of year. A sweet lady at the market yesterday, with a […]
Deepening dreams
Crack open a heart & Compassion oozes outward & Love spreads far and wide. © Nancilynn Saylor 2016 Image courtesy of fayjaa
Morning
Dawn, I walked outside, Expecting intense, wet heat. Small breezes kissed me. © Nancilynn Saylor 2016 Image outside my door
Rain?
Awakened to clouds, sunshine was obscured! How rare; a forecast for rain! © Nancilynn Saylor 2016 7:00 p.m. photo as the rain moves in!
Another year around the Sun
Birthday! Muse awakens. She peeks in the looking glass… Aging gratefully! © Nancilynn Saylor The face in the mirror.
Nancilynn is Writing again 