it was to be a day of cosmic joy that day, long months past- an ordinary January Sunday. Joy came on the sweeping in of cherished friends, Manuel and Alessandro- treated me to Sunday brunch… gifted me with an elegant leather journal gilt-edged pages. they are dear ones who stir the heart, inviting words to […]
Hunter’s Moon
A breezes rustles tickles across the back of my neck… Warm night, October Moon so full so bright the clouds unable to contain her! And she bursts through dropping her cumulus veil… Dancing her way alone across the horizon. Nancilynn Saylor 2016 Hunter’s Moon
Riotous color
She smiled up at me Soliticously Her riotous hue Reminiscent Of Lilac Champagne lipstick Made By Revlon Worn by my mother I don’t remember a single tube of lipstick I wore Waxy- is the only memory Of lipstick I Recall Nancilynn Saylor 2016 Picture of Desert Rose in bloom today
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 […]
Pride of Madagascar
Sturdy Desert Rose Pride of Madagascar Happy here in Texas
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 […]
My Granny’s House
My Granny lived in a tiny house on First Street in Hominy, Oklahoma. What hazy things I can remember, were from our sporadic family visits, usually on the way from one place to another new place to live. Military families move often. In my child’s memory, the house did not seem all that small. […]
Books in the mail
Not much finer treat- Books to savor, get lost in You know where I’ll be! Nancilynn Saylor September 2016
Nancilynn is Writing again 