A Seasonal Rhythm
Locust spins and sings its heart outbefore the wagtail takes its share.The squirrel climbs fast down a treestops and sniffs a baby rabbitnibbling tender twigs w...
The main focus of this blog is poetry. I share some of my poems, drafts or excerpts. More often that not, I rewrite or edit to publish them somewhere else.
Locust spins and sings its heart outbefore the wagtail takes its share.The squirrel climbs fast down a treestops and sniffs a baby rabbitnibbling tender twigs w...
on arable land a receptive plant blossoms and flowers with heart smile their language a linking bridge for the young to see sun rise For Midweek Motif, bridge, ...
What man creates is truly ingenious. Tough and untouched by corruption itโs everywhere, just like the air we breathe. Agile and thin it travels at a speed and e...