Posted in the Daily Post: Wanderlust
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Wanderlust
The road to unknown places
Filled with unfamiliar faces
Following the complex maces
Leaving no or minimal traces
The road paved with asphalt
The road filled with sand
Following each one to default
Always on the look out, for new land
Posted in the Daily Post: Wanderlust
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Wanderlust
Standing at the airport
It was time for lift off
Because driven, by the wanderlust
This was the place of must
Shedding the everyday dust
Because, into the fever, I put my trust
This was neither love nor lust
I simply don’t want to stay and rust
Eagerly, awaiting my transport
Listening to my fast beating heart
My unknown journey, was about to start
Yes, this was my kind of sport!
Posted in Daily Photo
“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow?
Bike rides?
In winter times?
Oh, how divine!
Posted in Daily Photo
“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow Days?
Frozen in a formation
The leaves hibernating
Awaiting
Awaking
The transformation
Soon at hand
Posted in Daily Photo
“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow Days?
Heavy on the branches
The snow masses heave
According to calendar
It would be their time to leave
But what are the chances?
Posted in Daily Photo
“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow?
Through thick and thin
The winter surviving
In the snowy cover
Together they hover
Posted in Daily Photo
“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow Days?
Lurking, hiding
Trying to fit in
The little lamp post
Who almost
Posted in Daily Photo
“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow Days?
A winter scene
Quite serene
All in white
Black and white
What is missing?
Maybe,
A touch of green?
Posted in Daily Photo
“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow?
“Through the woods and into Grandmother’s house we go,
Walking is very, very, slow,
Oh, there is so much snow!
The hard wind blows,
Cheeks are starting to glow,
In the colour, of a tomato,
But toe, to toe
We all step in a row,
Wishing soon, to be in front of a stow!”
Posted in Daily Photo
“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow Days?
A wooden divider
The sole provider
Of shelter
For the stormy weather
Rantings Of A Third Kind 