My Favourite Place
Poem As I listen to the words coming out of your mouth, I imagine a world where I would rather be. A mountain full of yellow flowers instead of snow, with blue butterflies landing...
Tagged: musing
Running Water
Poem The running waters of the past remind me of my future home. There, over there, near the river, among the trees I’ll walk alone. Alone but not afraid nor abandoned. I’ll know no...
