Tag: Nature.
Summer Regrets.
Apple Tree.
Cyber Reality
The Rain Came In.
Calling in the Crows
Written years ago on my relocation to the city from the sanctuary of my country retreat in Aberdeenshire and missing my crows. Hear my voice in your cold dark dawn frosty branches and purple streaked sky. Awake! rouse yourselves! heads removed from covering wing. Come now, to this small city dwelling. Fly above the cliffs and the barren cornfields, majestic
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Isolation.
Works Of Art
The painter’s brush drops yellow pillows on a coverlet of green, draws Spring’s song from Winter boughs and pastel shaded buds. Tips the trees with songs of love, and rings them round with snowy bloom.
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