Is this
the last evening
of ripe moon, cloud billows
and warm breeze before the wind from
the north,
When leaf swirls, acorn storm rattling
will fill the dark night sky,
and winter wolves
will sing?
Is this
the last evening
of ripe moon, cloud billows
and warm breeze before the wind from
the north,
When leaf swirls, acorn storm rattling
will fill the dark night sky,
and winter wolves
will sing?
of a son
Minoan Linear A, Linear B, Knossos & Mycenae
Ramblings of an Irish ecologist and gardener
Poetry of a changing Earth. The grief is real--so is the hope.
Inspiring others through the written word, fictional blurbs & documenting my writing process from scratch.
occasional musings of an itinerant seanchaí polishing his craft online
The Things That Are In My Head.
offbeat words for you...
Just writing what's on my mind
AS HUMILDES OPINIÕES DE UMA MULHER DE CORAGEM QUE DIZ SIM À VIDA!
And so it goes...
My journey through photography
Inspiration and Spirituality **Award Free**
≈ fictionalpaper / piccoloscissors / creativeglue ≈
Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!
Not a literary magazine for ordinary times, but a journal for an exceptional one. Writing the pandemic, together. Image, Somewhere in Time by Hengki Lee: Instagram @hengki_lee
Running in the slow lane
It started as a 366 - now a regular Photoblog- just for the love of taking photos and sharing them.
I'll talk you'll talk we'll talk
Promoting mindful living
A r t w o r k . . . f r o m . . . . . . H a m b u r g . . . . . . . . . . . . . G e r m a n y
October and November 2019
"Words are all we have" Samuel Beckett.
sharing the stories of interconnection
Jottings of a Storyhound
Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie
Just another blog of random thoughts.
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
It is.
I want to be a bear when I grow up.
I don’t want to grow up. Children don’t feel the cold, and they don’t shoot them here. Unlike bears.
I’d stay in my den.
When the wolves are coming the hunters are away. Have a good weekend, Jane! Michael
I wish they would bugger off. I’d rather have wolves any day. Have a lovely weekend 🙂
You too Jane! Michael 🙂
I do like this 💜
I’m glad you do!
😀
The borders are always blurry. Even if we pay attention we can miss the transition point. (K)
It’s so fleeting.