Once man and nature, would co-exist
Working well with each other, each would assist...
Tears welled behind my
scuba glass: a seahorse...
All the wayward words
mock me for inadequacy...
Cheese
a squirrel holding his...
Upon the clothes line
willy-wagtail built his nest...
It is the May
It has hot day...
Here
I stand...
Far from your
affection yet just...
The sounds of nature
Just seem so peaceful compared...
leaves saunter the air
the wind shakes hands with Autumn...
Have not written a single
word today, for you...
A winter breeze blows,
Chilling the air around me...