Wilderness, My Friend
We share load in my rucksackand agree, no need for bells and whistles We assist each other navigate difficultiesand agree, anything can be accomplished We quenc...
Tag: summer poetry
I Hang The Bird Feeder
seasons are a language I understand.after winter, comes springand then thehatchlingnestlingfledglingflying today,i hang the bird feedernot for the birds but to ...
Good Weather
Blue is the colour of skyDelicious a taste of sunshineIn the absence of rainWind holds its breath Oh, the sweet suspension!Nature writes each linePresents all e...