Monthly Archives: March 2015
The Reaper The reaper lurks in shadows his sharpened scythe a wielding for he has come to steal the souls from those whose time is ending. Advertisements
Departing Dreams When dreams don’t transpire they linger a while tease & deride tug at your heart tear you apart darken the soul then depart
Sanctuary Seasons come & go making changes to this place of natural beauty. No matter what the time of year the garden is my sanctuary.
Music Lost in music, it’s primordial essence restores my troubled mind, as I float upon sound waves in the air.
Dark Clouds Dark clouds blown across the sky by a bullying wind forcing them to cry, their tears fall with a sigh.
Fragile Life Life can change with a blink of an eye, it is so fragile, we must take care of the borrowed shell that houses our soul.
Old Man Winter Old Man Winter lifts his head & with a frosty stare, makes the snow begin to fall, ice crystals in the air.