Afternoon of resilient greens
Of leaves and misty shadows
Passing clouds quietly sob
Breeze them does compose
Flitting about soft unseen
Chitter chatter and titter
A feather falls, she calls
I drown in grass
Never to return.
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Singer, teacher and creative sharing what’s inspiring me to sing, to write, and to create a more meaningful, more beautiful life.
Where The Eagles Fly . . . . Art Science Poetry Music & Ideas
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....