Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Mornings like this are the epitome of autumn for me. A magical mix that should be distressing but in its balance becomes quite beautiful. Sunshine beaming in the blue beneath heavy lids of looming cloud; birds soaring gleefully then buffeted by the random raucous… Continue Reading “Broken Blue”
Pane parched by Helios Chariot drags clouds away Blackbird greets me. Cold wind at new moon Stepping from the crossroads Twin torches in pale hands.