*Photographs and poetry are copyright and owned by the author of this blog, Terri-lyne Gedanitz.


Puffs of white and grey, in every hue, fills the spaces between the green and the blue.

Drops of rain, and dew, come in many — or just a few.

Separate before, now stuck like glue. Something unseen mixes the brew.

Soft and solid, that looks true! But touch them — your hand goes right through!

Bubbling, mysterious, enchanting brew. It started out small, then it just grew!

Rumbling, tumbling, waiting to spew — all of its contents all over you!

Patiently waiting for some unknown cue, to cover everything and make anew.