A sanctuary of silence
where beauty breathes among trees...
Mother Earth, a gift so rare,
A place of beauty, beyond compare...
Flitting about, free—
Kings and queens of city skies...
The blue veins,
defending brazenly...
On the compost heap
autumn leaves raked, tidied, stacked...
moments of nature
House Martins maiden voyage...
Life's frozen landscape
As the sun bursts onto the scene...
Life without drama even if stressful
where tension arises in the mundane...
I look upon the fading sun
the day has died; the night has begun...
In a winter wonderland of snow,
There's pixie dust falling so low...
“Is there a Heaven after Death?
A place so beautifully blessed...
The warmth of an orange
soaks into my skin...