Monthly Archives: July 2021

It’s a cold,
Grey, summer day.
Raindrops play one of …

After hours of downpour,
When things have cleared,
Remnants of Nature’s fury …

Left behind,
In a quiet corner,
Of a garden restaurant. …

Some days are cloudy,
Stormy, loud.
Little light. …

Old,
Is always replaced.
Yet maintains,…

Even on days,
When it doesn’t rain,
Clouds descend. …

Nature is wise.
Knows we’re forgetful.
So now and then, …

Early summer day,
But cold.
Spring hasn’t departed. …

Bare, cold, cement wall.
Bricks and cracks,
Complete the mishmash. …

Sunrise,
On some mornings,
Is magical. …

Bug-eyed,
Hairless,
Invisible ears. …

A lonely cow stands alone.
An empty road patiently waits.
Blue skies dominate. …

Bent, rusted, engrained.
Stuck between an old wall,
And aging, wooden logs. …

Veins branching out.
Stems reaching to connect.
Reddish fallen leaves, …

Don’t hurry.
Be here.
Look around. …