Mother nature twirls
molding paths of destruction...
Sins Of The World Washed Away:
The mist shrouds and floats in the valleys...
Mother nature, a very kind friend of mine.
She once came to me and said...
The softest of the dancing lights
Float across the barren field...
Lying on a grassy hilltop, they gaze up into the...
Boy and girl, hand in hand, age sixteen...
Hiding among the chrysanthemums
A butterfly prepares...
The Summer rain feeds the earth
Cooling, hydrating the colourful orchids...
Rictameter:
A rictameter is a nine line poetry form. The 1st...
Dream in ponderous colors
The whispers of our soul...
Falling down
all around...
Silent winds, the Raven flies
Dark of night his silent cry...
Dear Wolf
Don't cry aloud...