Monica Multer

It seems there are windows hidden in all sorts of places. Windows to what, is the question.

Part two of our Napa adventure included the most amazing thing I saw all weekend was the Castello de Amorosa. We visited this castle out in the wine country was extraordinary. My favorite part of the castle was not actually the structure, but the animals around it. Especially the sheep, they cracked me up and made it feel almost like we were back in time at a medieval castle. ...

My family and I went on a short trip up to Napa for my little brother’s road bike race called the Cherry Pie Criterium. Yes, the winners do get cherry pies, sadly not us though. This was my first trip to wine country and because I am not yet of drinking age we had to find some pretty awesome adventures other than wine tasting. First plan for adventure: visiting cool looking wineries and taking pictures of fields with flowers. ...

Teeter me tower Settle down annoying clatter Find me the fire Between your clamorous banter There is silence to be had If only it could be found Drop the dice Only to loose the die Pitter patter little rain drop Who knew you could Make such a ruckus Who knew the dove Would best the crow That the dog would never Have his day Clitter clatter of the tatters Left behind by the shreds Of all that never was But will always be Find the answer Without the question Seek a sunset during sunrise And what will you find? A frame without a photo And a world without meaning Filled to the brim Of a glass not quite full But never empty Jump to reach the sun When the stars stand in the way Find me reason Without rhyme Find the end of this poem In the next line

Deserts provide amazing opportunities for great photos because of their vibrant colors. This photo of the natural colors in Joshua Tree being exaggerated really excites the awesome colors, but in the end the natural colors are always best. But enhanced ones can be very fun 🙂

These are the things which belong to me: A spider suspended in a cobweb That lies in the corner of my room Waiting each day to greet me When I come home with a silent hello. A fake flower in a waterless vase With a single counterfeit dew drop Balancing on the end of a synthetic leaf Like a tear drop that will never fall. A painting of a woman half finished Hanging over my bed at night My guardian angel watching over my dreams The dream like visage of who I might be. ...

You stand on one side of a bridge The other cannot be seen Hidden behind a veil of fog Stretching on indefinitely As you place your hand on the railing You feel the pull of ghosts at your shirttails The whispers in your ears The fog’s fingers gently wrapping around you Caressing your face pulling you step by step Onto the bridge that will take you away You feel consumed by the fog As it wraps you in its loving arms Like a mother and her child You feel safe, you feel the calm That you never felt before As you are pulled step by step Away from the world you once knew You welcome it, accept it As your new home ...

Even flowers cry sometimes What do they have to cry about? They are so pretty But they won’t stay pretty for long And it isn’t about being pretty It is about loosing life Where did they loose it? I laughed softly Resting my hand on her shoulder I don’t know Maybe they left it under their bed And forgot it was there I did that once She said with a sad sigh I know I said smiling Maybe they lost it In the playground Hidden under a sandy Everest I think I get it The flowers have lost their petals And that is why they are sad Exactly and they cry for each others loss Then why doesn’t it make me sad? Different things make different people sad I say with a frown Watching the poppy’s tears Roll down its face You will understand when you are older But I want to understand now! I know, I say with a smile I know as I guide her away To happier things To flowers with open faces Smiling at the sun But she will never forget The crying flower Knowing that every flower she sees Will cry someday For what it lost in the sandbox Or under the bed We all loose something in the end