Monday, July 31, 2017

soon to be autumn


Poetry is. . . . "a slight exaggeration, until we make ourselves at home in it. Then it becomes the truth" ~ Adam Zagajewski.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

frail and beautiful


it’s selfie time the world over. And, for the lives that pass without a selfie. . . .

ready to be blown away 
in the wind 
the yellow flowers on the wall, 

frail and beautiful, 
stepping back, I pluck a photo. . . .

Saturday, July 8, 2017

mystic skies


Always a child in Nature’s lap. . .but those journeys to one’s own childhood becomes more and more solitary as years pass. . .

refreshing



Nothing is as refreshing as being with nature, revelling in the eternal stories of life as the cool monsoon wind turns the pages. . .

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

to each its own. . .


All the atrocities in the name of cow in this country - Who are we to dictate what others eat? Ultimately, man is but another dust in the wind. . .