29 Sep 2008

Spring Walks

In this delightful town,
Before the sun's just set,
and birds are flying home
flowers closing shut,
the smell of dinners baking,
I find a place
of rustling trees
and
waddling ducks,
earth
and
waters that reflect
the ancient worlds beneath.
I do not want to leave.

3 comments:

  1. me neither, sweet calm friend.
    me neither.

    thank you for always, always, always giving me peace.

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  2. You dear friend, are always welcome.

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  3. this is a very interesting blog. On one hand it feels like a long, winding relaxing poem but the photos make me feel like I am reading a Frankie magazine.

    you have some very beautiful works too
    x

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