a white vapour trail
silver blade cleaving the sky
slices through the blue
a white vapour trail
silver blade cleaving the sky
slices through the blue
white fluffy dog meets
muddy path, a dripping beast
rising from a bog
walking with our dog
marking his favourite spots
social media
gleaming silver moon
lingers in the morning sky
catching sun’s first kiss
a photographer
in quiet solitude steals
a perfect moment
autumn wind
humbled by a spindly tree
clinging to its leaves
by the lake a tree
so frail, its delicate leaves
defying the wind
a single gold leaf
lies on a bed of dark stones
floating in the mind
autumn convention
a circle of ladybugs
chews over the day
a sickly buff sky
hangs leaden while folk look down
stepping over cracks
I dream so I write ..
“Wings are an illusive notion. Some may possess them, but they are not very visible, and as for me, there isn’t the least sign of a feather.” -Amy Carmichael
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