Posted in Daily Photo
“Tomorrow morning before we depart,
I intend to land and see what can be found in the neighborhood”
Christopher Columbus
Neighbourhood
Three
Just the three of us
Causing no fuss
Hanging together
To each other tethered
Yellow, with a touch of white
Pretty, in sunshine’s bright
Posted in Daily Photo
“Tomorrow morning before we depart,
I intend to land and see what can be found in the neighborhood”
Christopher Columbus
Neighbourhood
Branching Out
With the warmth they will sprout
Growing their tentacled snouts
It is the time,
The time, for branching out
Posted in Daily Photo
“Tomorrow morning before we depart,
I intend to land and see what can be found in the neighborhood”
Christopher Columbus
Neighbourhood
Sign of the Times
It was the sign, of the times
Peeing, surely a major crime
Just be careful, while lifting that leg
You may be fined
Posted in Daily Photo
“Tomorrow morning before we depart,
I intend to land and see what can be found in the neighborhood”
Christopher Columbus
Neighbourhood
Long Journey
The longest journey,
Starts, with a single step…
But the caterpillar, is not in a hurry
Taking its time in the human web
Posted in Mundane Monday
“There is no mundane dimension really,
if you have the eyes to see it, it is all transcendental.”
― Terence McKenna
Mundane Mondays
Snowflakes have landed
Summery winds, leaving them stranded
Before they melt
They cry for help
But cruel nature
Knows no hatred
Soon, turning into water
Oh, the snowflakes’ slaughter!
Posted in Mundane Monday
“There is no mundane dimension really,
if you have the eyes to see it, it is all transcendental.”
― Terence McKenna
Mundane Mondays
Snow, snow, snow
Let it blow, let it blow…
… Even in May!
Posted in Mundane Monday
“There is no mundane dimension really,
if you have the eyes to see it, it is all transcendental.”
― Terence McKenna
Mundane Mondays
Snow, snow, snow
Let it blow, let it blow
Where ever it may flow
It’s coming down
Really, really slow
Posted in Simply Poetry
“In the Spring,
I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours”
Mark Twain
Spring Weather
A single branch
Making its stance
Sprung out of spring
Now, let’s all sing
Posted in Simply Poetry
“In the Spring,
I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours”
Mark Twain
Spring Weather
The grass, green
It’s the time of spring
The birds, do sing
But,
Big white snowballs
From the sky fall
WTF?
Posted in Simply Poetry
“In the Spring,
I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours”
Mark Twain
Spring Weather
Suddenly,
Sunshine
Life again
Oh, so fine
Rantings Of A Third Kind 