Darkness at Days End by t. j. nixon In a shell of quiet our universe whispers. Review of days events manifest thought waves . Reflections reverberate through the night . Conclusions dawn on the brink of tired sleep reveal . Tracks on a distant hill echoing the question. Validation ? Validation ? Validation ? Morning light may come with clarity .

The Hills are Alive by t. j. nixon

The hills are alive and roll to valleys shedding water . With a kiss of blue air  and touch of clear sky . Natures bouquet works wonders . Welcoming arms hug lovingly and give generous balance .

Black-eyed Susan looking blue by t. j. nixon

The Plum Tree by t. j. nixon ;In the winter your naked branches became perches for brightly colored birds . In spring time your branches became electric with paper white blossom .In summer your fruit ripened to maturity so sweet . In a short time the birds will be first at the banquet of warm plums. The fall will color your leaves bright . Not bad for one season !

Pickle Making Time by t. j. nixon ; August in my garden. No fanfare of loud horn . A morning shower.Thyme , parsley,oregano , basil and tons of chive .Star shaped yellow flowers will become Kirby and German cucumbers . Time to find that pickle receipe !

Nella Fantisia by t. j. nixon

Our earth is L'isle joyeuse. Gold orange orbs dance cool blue green vibs around all. The way is paved to L'isle joyeuse. Embrace our mother and take care . Love

A Pattern in the Randomness of Being by t. j. nixon

Angels toss roses down for you and me.White lilies gently descend.Olive branches float high.A daisy crown awaits all.Pink doves hover in a warm blue sky.Sun yellow rays explode orange. For all to see .For all to know. Peace.....