Winter winds howling
The morning air awakens...
the world is
a big bowl of cereal...
As Skodi roams the fields and hills
Vibernum flowers in the chill...
In winter time it snows all the time and
Flakes are falling a shimmering show...
music is to the mind what earth is to flowers
what you might find in April...
A thunderstorm wakes
Beneath cloudy skies...
Wilderness echoes
To instruments of nature...
Four shadows in light,
triads fold to squares in dusk...
I try to see beyond the colours
Which nature often paints...
A colorful butterfly glowing
In the morning sunlight and its...
A sundown splendour
is an autumnal splendour...
Surviving the dark,
the rose learns to gather blooms...