Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”
― John B. Tabb
Leaf Song for Daily Photo
And fewer remain…
Before autumns end
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”
― John B. Tabb
Leaf Song for Daily Photo
Home turf
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”
― John B. Tabb
Leaf Song for Daily Photo
Leaves, leaves, leaves
Everywhere in heaps
It’s giving me the creeps
Sometimes even grieves
Just have to roll up my sleeves
Crank up my believes
And just blow them all away
Hopefully, before they’re here to stay
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”
― John B. Tabb
Leaf Song for Daily Photo
One…
And a few more…
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Humour and Horror
“I love berries. Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, black berries, anything with an ‘errie’ in it!”
Jordin Sparks
Red Berries for Daily Photo
Red as cherries
Tasty as berries
But do not eat
Or off your feet
Down, down
Onto the ground
You will fall
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Humour and Horror
“I love berries. Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, black berries, anything with an ‘errie’ in it!”
Jordin Sparks
Red Berries for Daily Photo
A result of the garden project:
Shiny red objects
Round and perfect
Sun on them reflect
Them do you respect
But do not collect
And eat them and then expect
A great feeling to resurrect
Rather sooner than later
A really bad effect
In your stomach’s crater
You will detect
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Humour and Horror
“No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky”
Bob Dylan
Grey Skies for Daily Photo
Watching nervously from my window box
The hanging grey clouds above the roof tops
“Surely, none on our backs will drop!”
I state out loud
As the greyest of shrouds
Moving closer and closer…
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Humour and Horror
“No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky”
Bob Dylan
Grey Skies for Daily Photo
Stormy weather
May seem like pleasure
At least when staying inside
Tucked, warm and in denial!
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Humour and Horror
“No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky”
Bob Dylan
Grey Skies for Daily Photo
Tell a few white lies
When looking at the grey skies
“Yes, the sun will shine
And all will be just fine!”
Posted in Daily Incidents: Photography and Poetry
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt”
William Allingham
The End of Colour, as Darkness Begins..
… The end, of Autumn foliage, what remains, is just a mirage
Rantings Of A Third Kind 