Face first between rooms Knees greet porcelain cold floor- Family called me “Grace.”
Tag: the ordinary
When the night comes
Twilight trickles, seeps into the varnishing death of this young Spring day Orange blossoms linger. I capture her scent as she . perfumes the night. Bid Winter a weary farewell. ©Nancilynn Saylor 18 March 2018
Look through any window…
Shards of sun rise blazeRace across the bedroom wallBlue curtains, blue sky. ©Nancilynn Saylor 29 November 2017
Creamsicle sky
Sky explodes in orangeCold Thanksgiving morning Gratitude abounds Nancilynn Saylor Thanksgiving 2017
“Ain’t it foggy outside…”
Wet fog blankets airSwirls and dances in headlightsDeer family steps back… ©Nancilynn Saylor1 November 2017
Raindrops are falling
In pre-dawn darkness,thunder rumbles, rains move through.Northern breezes blow. Nancilynn Saylor22 October 2017
Here in my Deep Purple dreams
August overtakes us, grasses brown- withering Purple shines on fence ©Nancilynn Saylor 20 August 2017
Here/ between day and fall of night/ thunder’s tease-no rain. ©Nancilynn Saylor 23 July 2017
The miracle of an Ordinary Saturday
Saturday, I chose to turn off the alarm and sleep as long as dreams would keep me. I surrendered into the daylight right after it arrived. Instead of rising at 5:00 I snoozed and sank back into my jumbled, confusing mind trips until six. I loved the weekend days so there was little chance […]
Nancilynn is Writing again 