To see the world
only I knew how
for I knew of
the rainbows that talked
the...
The garden has burst into colour
All to be enchanted by its splendour
Sunshine showing it...
The plaintive cry of the curlew
is sadly, heard no more
on the bleak and windswept moorland...
Sounds of summer, often dark and sweet, sun-rays penetrate the shadow leaves, trees gimbal, winds eternal...
They have meaning
they are cleaning
raindrops are sensitive like feelings
one...
LANZAROTE THREE TIM WILLIAMS DEC. 2015
AND YOU DROMEDARY, YOU WHO CARRIES OUR...
I've been plowing around you for 20 yr
how long have you been standing there
100 years 1000...
Walking along the soft and sandy beach...
Waves enticing to join in their fun...
The salt...
Watching, wondering
the wise old owl looks
ever vigilant
its talons, curled hooks...
