Writing daily about my journeys through books, movies and plays along with poetry, story, or an occasional wander into ideas, opinions or rants.
Dusted by snow
in early morning
this lace of a winter sky
swept stark and bare
by cold afternoon winds sketches
beauty after golden leaves are gone.
“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.”
~ Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam
Post a Comment
No comments:
Post a Comment