Poetry | Stories | Photography
Wind from the hills moves down,
moving across fields of colour.
Waves of the sea move through
the spring blossoming flowers –
moving, swaying, blooming.
A melody plays on the wind,
a song from the many birds.
Whispers of so many scents
dance in a poem on the wind –
melody, music, movement.
Bursting flowers
Moving in waves across the field
Colours of blossoming spring dance
Sunshine brighter than the light
The summer & the winter will pass,
just as the good & the bad will pass.
Be like the many flowers in spring,
or the colourful trees in autumn.
Wear hope like a cashmere scarf
around your neck
to remind you that
we will all go back to mossy mud.
Then live your life.
recommend
beauty
in the way
petals
fall
to the ground
Lake buds bloom blossom
Pink, yellow, white and green scene
Water lilies blush
Succulent lover
flowers titilate your mind
geometry dreams
The sun feels warm,
yet the breeze tells
a different story.
Days where even the
flowers seem to have
gone vintage, I think
of those childhood
moments in the 80’s.
The carefree moments
when it still mattered
to me when the good
times came to an end.
Days like those were
carefree, but I must
say, looking back, that
those days felt sad too.
