In dawn’s first hush, a blush appears,
rose quartz skies dissolve inner fears.
Through petals soft in morning’s grace,
orchid winds begin scented chase.

Field of lavender dreams awake,
each dew drop glows on leaves and lakes.
Cascading luminescence glows,
celebrate mother nature’s flow.

Peonies blush, proud in a row,
sway gently where wild streams may go.
Sun, offers fingers dipped in light,
paints tales that make the trees shine bright.

Beneath a view of plum delight,
a scene of morning’s sweet insight.
Its song, a thread of tender truth,
magical beauty, simply smooth.

Fuchsia clouds drift up overhead,
where whispered wishes can be read.
Amazing hues build a cover,
form a dance that’s never over.

So let the earth in soft shades sing,
with warm violet colored rings.
For pink and purple softly blend,
joyful falls flow and never end.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge June 24, 2025
Prompt – Cascading luminescence / Celebrate/ Nature/ Beauty

The sun beams soft on garden walls,
where jasmine climbs and shadow falls,
but somewhere near, a sweetness wakes,
lingering scent of summer cakes.

It drifts through open windowpanes,
with hints of almond, cream, and grains,
memories baked in tender heat,
now floating down the cobbled street.

A buttered breeze, a sugared sigh,
like laughter echoing the sky,
it clings to time, both bold and slight,
a ghost of joy in golden light.

Sweet treat is gone, the plates are bare,
yet still it dances in the air,
fragrance so warm, surreal, and true,
a spell of June that never flew.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge June 10, 2025
Prompt – June/ Lingering Scent

They met where eyes can not pretend,
a soft and sudden heartbreak’s end,
or maybe just the start, a thought,
as time stood still and shadows caught.

His smile was spun of sugar light,
as if he stepped from dreams at night,
the world grew pink and spun around,
angelic whispers swept the ground.

They walked through meadows made of rhymes,
where clocks forgot to produce time,
each word he spoke, a gentle spell,
their laugh, a place where wishes dwell.

Her heart, a book with golden thread,
now fluttered open, softly read,
with every glance, the pages turned,
in every step, her spirit burned.

She wasn’t sure what love should be,
but in his gaze, she danced carefree,
a girl inside a fabled scene,
where even air felt whipped and sweet.

Although the world may call it chance,
she knew she found true loves romance,
sweet fairy tale with colors loud,
and skies of cotton candy clouds.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge June 10, 2025
Prompt – Fairy tale/ Cotton candy clouds

Spirit of summer flies wildly,
spins through trees so joyfully,
impulsive in a floral dress,
trailing petals, entangled mess.

She leaps through fields with sunlit hair,
no thought to pause, nor time to care,
in breeze she rides, tall waves of dares,
long heated kiss in open air.

She runs without care, ever free,
her whisper shimmers sparks of glee,
flows through meadows, no plan or map,
sweet smile like a fire’s quick snap.

She drinks the dusk, hums songs at noon,
sings heartfelt tunes that touch the moon,
her laughter echoes, soft yet bold,
too bright to tame, too fierce to hold.

She leaves you dizzy, also blessed,
warm summer’s spell removes all stress.
you breathe her in, then lose your way,
a scent of lilac gone astray.

She strums the world with fleeting grace,
then vanishes without a trace.
her beauty stings, her warmth confounds,
intoxicating with no bounds.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge June 03, 2025
Prompt – Summer/ Impulsive / Floral Dress / Intoxicating

Simple bloom,
by the road,
lifts all gloom,
eases load.

Saddened eyes
catch its glow,
hearts arise,
troubles go.

Gift of smiles,
grow so wide,
spread for miles,
peace abides.

Sweet perfume,
soft and smooth,
joyful boom,
made to soothe.

Silent song,
calms with grace,
all day long,
warm filled space.

Plain flower,
touch of light,
true power,
reflects bright.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge May 27, 2025
Prompt – Simple/Smiles/ Calms/Flower

I wandered far through evening dust,
without a map, just silent trust.
Cool winds whisper through scented pines,
hidden riddles and secret signs.

Under the moon, lavender hues,
wild flowers wept with drops of dew,
I found it there, glimmer so small,
half buried near an ancient wall.

A lens of glass, felt strangely warm,
it felt as though it held a storm.
I raised it gently to my eye,
witnessed magic reshape the sky.

Enchanted optical stood clear,
the earth turned soft and drew me near.
No sorrows touched the children’s play,
night could not steal the song from day.

Rivers laughed loud in crystal light,
mountains stood tall with humble might.
Each face I saw, serene, unscarred,
free hearts unchained, all spirits starred.

What is this place? A dream or spell?
a truth the broken seldom tell?
I gasped, then wept, not out of pain,
but wonder I could not contain.

I slowly lowered lens from sight,
the world returned to shade and fright.
Deep in my soul, the vision stayed,
a map of what could be, if made.

Now through that glass I sometimes see
not just this life, but what could be,
pray all new steps taken are blessed,
to bring that vision into rest.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge May 20, 2025
Prompt – Lens/ Eye/ Magic/World

Heart of the sky, where colors collide,
spectrum of dreams in light reside.
Crimson and gold unite in delight,
twirl away blues, shimmer so bright.

Azure waves ripple, playful embrace,
lavender breezes soft kiss on face.
Emerald grass hum beneath bare feet,
citrine sunbeams warm all heartbeats.

Violet whispers, secrets untold,
magenta bursts ever so bold.
Golden ray bliss fills up morning air,
glimmers of joy woven with care.

Hues of deep laughter cascade so free,
smiles brush canvas, trace what will be.
Echo of colors soon intertwine,
masterpiece born, strokes exceed time.

Creates a story, a brilliant hue,
dance of moments forever new.
Vivid bright shades paint each soul’s desire,
every new day sparks inner fire.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge May 13, 2025
Prompt – Intertwine/ Bliss

The morning sky is blue and clear,
beneath it, branches reappear,
natural make up, brushed so light,
perfumed with grace, amazing sight.

Along the path where deep minds think,
full trees are dressed pretty in pink.
Blossoms blush shyly, soft and sweet,
a tender carpet for bare feet.

No painter blend, no art so fine,
no hand could craft such a design,
no pictures needed, no disguise,
just rosy branches, butterflies.

Nature’s cosmetics, gently spun,
shimmers beneath the morning sun.
Soft petals fall, velvety lace,
seasonal scents, magical space.

In every bloom, secrets are kept,
a day dream that is never swept,
with every flower, bright or meek,
the earth’s own beauty dares to speak.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge May 06, 2025
Prompt – Use one or more words from Eugi’s poem
dressed in pretty pink
blossoms blush shyly
nature’s cosmetics

Shiny sky stitched with golden thread,
beam scattered gems as twilight spreads,
Sapphires glint, clear emeralds gleam,
infinite glow, a waking dream.

Dim topaz embers, softly burn,
warm amber hues silently turn,
above soft turquoise underlies,
radiant beauty shines up high.

No jeweler’s hand could craft so fine,
a tapestry made so divine,
each shimmer set by cosmic grace,
a tiara of boundless space.

Lift heavy head, inhale all in,
a crown of light, held deep within,
Heavenly blaze, makes dull hearts fly,
hope lays beneath a bejeweled sky.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge April 29, 2025
Prompt – A bejeweled sky

A journey where the wild woods sleep,
secrets well kept, wise roots run deep,
just when dusk spills its final rays,
into a soft, lavender haze.

The trees wore coats of dusky green,
slight shade between sheen and unseen,
every firm branch and bending leaf,
moved slowly, breathing out relief.

A single bird gave one low call,
allowing ease to gently fall,
peace wrapped around like woven thread,
silently stitched with words unsaid.

Soft rustling wings in twilight’s blush,
no birdsong cuts velvety hush,
as somewhere near, a streamlet sighs,
reflecting stars, amethyst skies.

The air felt thick with dewy hues,
sweet scents made this day feel brand new,
drops of violet midnight rain,
sang stories etched in bark and grain.

No time goes lost on this pathway,
magical forest dipped in grace,
tranquility that twilight yields,
a purple-hazed mystical field.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge April 22, 2025
Prompt – Forest , Purple – hazed