Grasshopper Hotel
Tag: colors
Pink Blessings…
Pink Blessings
Sometimes, I’m a Flower


Our God Reigns
Our God Reigns.
Lord, guide and protect my loved ones today. Keep them safe.
Protect America from those trying to destroy our freedom. You know exactly who they are.
Our God Reigns
Feeling Blessed
Meet me here…
Meet me here…
Lupines
Lupines
Dragon’s Breath
Dragon’s Breath
Pink Sunset, Pink River
Pink sunset equals pink river…watching the optical illusion of water flowing pink was a fairytale moment.
I couldn’t walk away until the sun was gone.
Florida Hibiscus. March, 2020
Voodoo Roses
Voodoo Roses change color all day, from bright yellow to many shades of orange as they react to sunlight. They are warm weather roses and I brought them from Florida to Vermont. I’ll have to winter them inside if I want them to survive. These pictures are all from the same rose bush.
Colors
She hates colors that aren’t colors
colors that are shades of something
that used to be brilliant.
She learned to hide her colors gradually
through the years and as she let him
water her down with his words,
she gently faded into a no color version
a salamander who changed her colors to hide.
She let him turn her into a shade of something
that used to be brilliant.
Unique Vermont Sunset
Unique Vermont Sunset
Sunset and Sunflower
Sunset and sunflower…
From My Florida Patio Garden
From My Florida Patio Garden
Love me like this…
Love me like this…
Gorgeous Florida Sunset…
Gorgeous Florida sunset last night…
Merry Christmas from Florida
Merry Christmas from Florida
I hope you dance….
I hope you dance…
Notes from Mom
Notes from Mom, colors changed by time, but the love never fades. I love you Mom.
I Want To Be A Cloud
Above the clouds
the sun is
creating paintings
with yellow streaks
and puffy pink wisps.
Moving, reshaping, shifting
blending to form images
ever-changing
ever-moving
never stagnant
never the same.
I want to be a cloud.
Tortured Shades of Gray
TORTURED SHADES OF GRAY
By Jodie Lynne
Shades of gray blend as one
colors soon to fade
evening caresses his face
sadness closes in.
A tortured soul captured again.
Lost…wounds of yesterday
still seeping bitter blood
gurgling pits of fullness.
Suffocating pain held
against its will
never to escape
and deeper became
scars
the shades of gray.
Trying to see the Pink…
Trying to see the Pink…
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