PoetryPix
depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Tag: duck pond
Like the waters
I HEARD the old, old men say,‘Everything alters,And one by one we drop away.’They had hands like claws, and their kneesWere twisted like the old thorn-treesBy the waters.I heard the old, old men say,‘All that’s beautiful drifts awayLike the waters.’ The Old Men Admiring… Continue Reading “Like the waters”
Isolation #3
Going walkabout on the first day of Spring, down to our local duck pond and mill dam. Intermittent sunshine, cool temperatures and the weeping willow at its best, I think, before it comes fully into leaf. [shot on my iPhone 6 so not the… Continue Reading “Isolation #3”
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