The cold, crisp fog begins to settle on the water; Droplets of mist fall down onto the horizon...
Make the most of your countryside The memories you have,you'll never leave behind In future...
full-sun drapes the willow moss encroaches edge of stream nature plays a tempo game
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Jewelled tiny droplets falling from the liquescent melting snow dripping dulcet, sweet-sounding tones to...
Leafy patches of Near-bare trees Hold high, Reaching towards stars Hung on moon...
You don't care about looking after me All I am to you is a bright blue sea Why should you...
The states of America have some fantastic names They lend themselves to one of those poetry games...
Pretty winter scene
There is a small, quaint country cottage Always catches my eye As...
Mother Nature …… She is pleased to see the shedding of her leaves - in autumn gold! The earthy scent is in...
Meandering down the halcyon lake that gurgles serenely and keeps us awake sans wherewithal...
With rustling leaves among the mud, you still hear the crisp sound I have the world with family...
I live alone l think alone l sleep alone. As my heart beats, I search my soul...
Hierro was a rugged man, slender with black hair and of Brazilian nationality but had native Indigenous...
Sitting on the train watching the line following me, swaying this way and that. Faster then the clouds...
Hello dear sun Oh how you shine bright Lighting up the day As i do the night I...
