On the path Marsh grasses, sleeping turtles hidden Water flowing through and underneath the boards that make this bridge Bird talk echoing among a stand of trees ahead the invisible made visible In the creaking sway of tall thin trunks, I am fortunate in my silence watching a yellow throated warbler return to its’ nestIn […]
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The reflection of an object is a previous version of the object, due to the finite rate of travel for light. Hence the light first strikes the object, subsequently it is reflected, to be reflected once again to the eyes of the observer.
that time of the evening,when one can hear the many birds final roosting talk for evening,through closed windows, shadows have become non-existent as the sky relaxes,no longer bearing the weight of the sun,while the clouds fold into each other obscuring the blue, but not altogether threatening yet of a rain release,the wind sets the leaves,on
from my booklet “words within 2018” a winter of rain here, a winter of snow where you are both of us slow down, mother natures’ way allowing you to sit with yourself a while there, be it inspiration or boredom or some combination of both afteryou have twirled and pulled at your hair a while,
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