Posted in Poetry

Villanelle I

Quietly by the shore at night
The seagulls swoop and sway,
Singing old tunes in the radiant moonlight.

In the shadows a fading sight,
A creepy tiny creature crawling free
Quietly by the shore at night.

The sun is down, not burning bright,
Waves speak up with gentle glee
Singing old tunes in the radiant moonlight.

Two seagulls in the distance do fight,
As I sat silently observing by a tree
Quietly by the shore at night.

I heard a man, it gave me a fright,
He wheeled around to stare at me
singing old tunes in the radiant moonlight.

I thought it just might be alright
To talk to him, not run and flee
But sing old tunes in the radiant moonlight,
Quietly by the shore at night.

By L. M. Montes

Posted in Fiction

Water’s Time by L. M. Montes

Quarry Cove, Oregon Coast

Water is as old as time,
the stories it tells
are yours and mine.

From whales to pirates,
from ships to wrecks,
these tales of old in our minds do rest.

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Yaquina Head Lighthouse

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American Golden Finch

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My Husband and Me

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God’s Painting

His reminder that He loves us.