The dog days of summer are upon us,
And so are The Dead.
Woof.
THE DEAD GAME
summer
THE PERFECT PARADISE
Welcome to Oasis, Florida.
Tourists fill the streets & beaches,
searching for the perfect paradise.
The perfect wave.
The perfect partner.
The perfect party.
When night comes,
the fun begins.
THE DEAD GAME
A PARANORMAL SURPRISE
A town full of happiness & joy
has turned sad like a broken toy.
Where once tourists frolicked in the sun,
frightened residents are on the run.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
SUMMERTIME
summertime
I float in a swimming pool.
I feel relaxed and cool.
A breeze fills the air.
No one else swims near.
Two leaves drift beside me.
I turn my head to see.
Two whales grin back at me.
I’m in the big blue sea.
I jump into the pool.
I feel like a fool.
My mind played tricks on me.
I’m an author, you see.
PERFECT
Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato
Brush strokes of blue and gray
to fill in the puffy clouds.
Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine
to meet the neverending horizon.
Each wave swell of purest white
rises from the depths of dark blue.
My fingers reach for the canvas.
My eyes travel to the brushes.
I shake my head.
No painting is needed.
No copy will diminish the essence
of a perfect summer day at the shore.
RING THOSE BELLS
Bells to ring in the summer.
Tiny lights to brighten the day.
A fragrance to calm the mighty.
Soothing music for the senses.
SNOW FALLING
Source:imgfave.com
I dream of snow
Wrapped in a bow.
Some cold cheer
Is needed here.
A DAY AT THE BEACH
Blue ocean by younghunjung #SocialFoto
A day at the beach
So far from my reach.
I could smell the salt air
As it flows through my hair.
The white sand is so soft
As it holds me aloft.
I want to be there
Instead of my chair.
THOSE BLUEBELLS
Bluebells to ring in the summer
when life can be such a bummer.
Tiny lights to brighten the day.
I’m happy they are here to stay.
Sweet fragrance sent from the Almighty.
Soothing music to calm the mighty.
TAKE ME AWAY
Take me away to better times.
To sun-drenched beaches.
To waving palm trees.
To rolling waves.
To better places.
To warm trade winds.
To white-sand beaches.
To bright sunshine.
To us.
SUSANNE LEIST 