With the Flow!
With the Flow! Grey misting is the raincloud as it scrapes to meet the ground, With an opening for an entry – with a hearing full of sound! Rolling with the flow of morning – the damp begins to rise, … Continue reading →
With the Flow! Grey misting is the raincloud as it scrapes to meet the ground, With an opening for an entry – with a hearing full of sound! Rolling with the flow of morning – the damp begins to rise, … Continue reading →
After The Rains! Highlighting my path – the low lying Sun – peeps under a grey blanket sky, Sloping into view – his back to the horizon – looking a little bit shy! The rhythmic drum – of the Raven’s … Continue reading →
The Heartbeat of the Drum! The ripples danced in random puddles under the slowing of the clouds, Their swirls and curls they hang so heavy – like a multitude of shrouds! An infinite view of painted greys – like a … Continue reading →
A Stone to Rest a Jay! Grey clouding is the rolling morn – that greets my welcome gaze, All but silent save the birdsong – as I tread the well-worn maze! Blushing red the Dogwood leaves – slowly turning on … Continue reading →