funnel cloud evolves meager debris levitate garden gate rattles (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020
conch shell's empty space symphonious notes fill up shorebird upon rock (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.
sporadic drizzle shade of tree intensifies feather clings to leaf Monica St Hillaire
Foolish as it may seem, I am in love with a memory. That reeked of a charade, Hide and seek, The kind children play. You left like a summer's end, Dredging all my warmth. My hands remained clenched, For you were gone. Evanescent clouds before my eyes, My faith as big as Gibraltar, Now a sunken pebble. I await the pale moonlight, To eagerly catch some hope. Inside is just too empty... The hollow sound is deafening. As I stare into your eyes, I anticipated my reflection. But you turned toward the meadow, So I could not see. Even a broken mirror, Would have made me happy. As I muster courage to move on, Walk these dim lit streets, I sometimes turn back. Bent on seeing your face. Convinced that I, Made no mistake in, Unconditionally loving you. And foolish as it may seem, I still do... (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.
imminent daybreak quiets melodious chirp glare of gold mountain (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.
clouds of orange hue rest atop rugged mountain rays upon tree bark (c) Monica St Hillaire,2020.
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sea surface at night absorbs resplendent moonbeam silhouette of bird (c) Monica St Hillaire.
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round lone maple tree leaves form orange tapestry Autumn chills creep in (c) Monica St Hillaire.
The keepsakes are our memories, We made upon this earth. Daisies in your hair, Thrown pebbles in a pond. Summer nights we rain danced, Until the break of dawn. If I had a dime for all the times, I made you smile. Then again, It could never make me wealthy, As the gems I hold deep down inside. Heavy is the heart, But light were the moments... And boy did we float! Every now and then, I look up to the sky. And I smile, Even if just for a while. Bliss blankets my being... And I Smile. (c) Monica St Hillaire.
premier of darkness propel bloom of night tuberose stalk bears tiny holes (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.