A clearer shot of the moon early this morning from my husband on his way to work. Also a little witch in my coffee. The moon is going to be bigger and brighter tonight. Don’t miss it. Happy Monday.

The moon’s mystic luster holds special spells. Take heed anything can happen and will. Be still—listen for the foreboding whispers. October is the witching season. s.b. The 98% full Harvest Moon shining brightly, with the tiny dot that is Saturn glowing just below. 🌕🪐

A clearer shot of the moon early this morning from my husband on his way to work. Also a little witch in my coffee. The moon is going to be bigger and brighter tonight. Don’t miss it. Happy Monday.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥.

The moon’s mystic luster holds special spells. Take heed anything can happen and will. Be still—listen for the foreboding whispers. October is the witching season. s.b. The 98% full Harvest Moon shining brightly, with the tiny dot that is Saturn glowing just below. 🌕🪐

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥.

Now that my youth has been left behind, even my middle age has flown away. What I need is just a little help from the spirits of my ancestors and their ancient magic. s.b.

Live in wonder. Create from your depths. Discover beyond yourself. Find magic!

The dreams that flow in the distance and the harsh realities that lay at my feet. I can only wonder what is meant to be. So in between dreams and reality lies a limbo where we can all dance. s.b.

The sun peeking through the old trees in the neighborhood. Trees so thick and entangled. They have so much depth and mystery and many underlying bare limbs. Our homes are shrouded in this haunted-like atmosphere of mystery. At dawn and dusk it's like a Halloween land.

He likes his haunted cathouse. #Caturday

When one door closes a window opens. You have no idea what's in store, perhaps something you desired a whole lot more. I found I had written this somewhere, so I think I said it, but maybe it was Dr. Seuss. Either way have a fantastical weekend. I need some coffee. ☕️

There is no doubt about it. The moon is happy at being told it is a fragment awaiting perfection.

Some houses are haunted, not by ghosts, but by faceless and nameless memories of dead dreams and broken hearts. s.b.

The fire ate at the words, gorged itself on the lives within the pages, tore at the fabric of the worlds between the covers. Our story went up in flames.

I just know brighter days are ahead, but… like when? I’d like an actual date. 😐

This is my revised excerpt from a Charles Bukowski poem called ‘Splashing’. He wrote in regard to people in general, but it sounded so much like Trump that I shortened it, changed some words, added a few and this is the result.

Dropping her treasures in the early morning hours, autumn’s sunlight slips quietly through the sheer, flowing drapes of my chaotic world. s.b. I went looking for a Halloween-ish mug and decided on this one. Happy Friday and have a nice weekend. 🌙🐈‍⬛

Find love in haunted places and mystery in constellations. s.b.

She grew up with her name always on someone’s tongue and sinking knots in her stomach. It was a long time coming that she had to lose the naive illusion that she could look to the hearts and minds of others for her happiness. s.b.

Scary Halloween house. 🧹🎃🧹 I will be posting a lot of things like this throughout October. I love the spooky witchy season.

I'm loving the dark and dreary outside my window. The sun is trying to break through. I find the dreary skies to be cozy and comforting. Just taking things slow. Enjoying my coffee with its spooky October steam. Whatever it is that you need to do, I hope it's a good day for. ☕️

Tonight a veiled moon. Seen then not seen. Yet it is still there. s.b.

I admire people who break the rules, who take the risk to love passionately, who have the courage to hold onto the fire they've found. s.b.

Happy October! October arrives carrying the crispness of change in the air. The leaves fall in moments, each one a piece of the year drifting away making space for reflection and new things to come. Let us move forward with gratitude. 🍁 s.b. *October is ‘hauntingly’ beautiful.

September soon coming to an end, making way for October’s gems. I stand here gazing at the moon. My skin fills with the ache held in echoing songs of the trees. Their notes repeat in the evening breeze. s.b.

There are times when she slips away and wraps herself in shadows. Not out of want, but the want of need. s.b.

Coffee and chilly morning air. Sitting in my easy chair listening to birds at the feeder. Waiting to ward of squirrels. All else can wait.

Her eyes said it all. She was the most unsettling and sad mixture of sweetness and rudeness, tenderness and hardness. He can’t say he wasn’t warned.💋

Out frolicking with the moon. She’s halfway there. 🌓

Fallen leaves, the first signs of autumn on the Muskingum River, taken on one of my family reunion trips. 🍂 The mind, like a fluid river flows with words. As you write you pull the essence of each word from the stream with your pen. s.b.

Moments of peace with nothing but the sound of early morning crickets singing to each other. The day will begin. A fresh start, another try, and maybe, just maybe, Some magic to be found. ✨ s.b.

The moon shines softened by the coming of night as I gaze upward in the stillest of hours with pure delight. I favor the moon over the sun as the sun is most beautiful passing at dusk or it’s coming at dawn. If I bath in the moonlight it gives me peace and an invitation to hope and dreams.

A quiet day under the blue sky and the cottony clouds wants to tell its stories. Silence is everywhere. I see the world through my windows and sip my afternoon tea, as I listen for the words. s.b.

The river’s light writes its first poem of the day.

The moon activates air. Breathe it in. Let it rush in and out of your body. Constant, rhythmic, calming, or invigorating in whatever form or amount you may need. s.b.

Wishing you a weekend of whatever you want or need it to be. Hopefully it will be beautiful whatever it is. Morning cheers. ☕️✨☕️

I sat alone watching the crescent moon float above the clouds. All was still and the scent of blooming lavender waffled through the air soft and calming. Moments like this are rare. s.b. 🌒

I will say goodnight and tuck you away into my chest of nostalgia. There you will remain unspoiled. Somewhere between our youthful days at the ocean and the magnetic pull we had that gave us hope. s.b.

Surrounded by books, with her eyes glowing like two wild moons. s.b.

Banning books is a crime. Something will be offensive to someone in every book, but it’s wrong to ban words of the past. It creates a society that is deprived of history; incapable of real discretion & generations incapable of appreciating the difference between independent thought and subservience.

Summer is over, Good. Bring on the colorful leaves, the sweaters, and soup.

Tre Cime di Lavaredo Dolomites in Northeastern Italy. A photo from my cousin.

As the sky fades from day to night crickets reverberate cutting through the still, hazy, September dusk. The sky was so pretty tonight.

At night everything is more clear, more true. The echo of words that were spoken during the day take on deeper thought. That can be a good thing or bad. The good brings peaceful sleep. The bad brings tears and restlessness. What will it be? Hopefully a good night.

It’s about time we got a rainbow after all this rain.

No need for revenge. People who are naturally ugly will end up destroying their own lives eventually.

I don’t post much about politics because this is a poetry account, but I am very aware of what is happening in this insane administration… So whoever made this—it is genius.

You cannot get through to a person who only comprehends things at their own level of perception. No matter how much you explain, argue or try. Save your energy. Common sense isn’t very common anymore. 🙄

A haunting morning mist. A cool autumn breeze. Trees outside the window with their gem filled crown, waiting to shed their emeralds to the ground. 🍃 🍂 🍂 s.b.