Sweet winter melancholy
assuages my soul
with its
bare branches
reaching Godwards
and
its subdued light
speaks of the Almighty
in silent whispers
that are drowned out by sunlight
and the mania of summer.
Photons of gold
the tail end of winter’s light
up close
and far away
the tail end of the light of day
bright yet almost night
wafting with whispers
of a new season
a new reason
to live.
Patrick Battuello
Explorations in Authenticity by Michael Mark
Living in harmony with "All that is"
silent blessings by ineffable grace
oil paintings by mark toner
"Desire to know the world..."
Photography blog
by Lize Bard
thoughts from my mind to yours
Never, oh! never, nothing will die... (Alfred Tennyson)
Literature, books , sport and whatever intrigues me
"A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child." Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
TRIUMPH OF SPIRIT IN LOVE, NATURE & ART
BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH
Looking World At My Own SiTe
From soul to soul
DIY Blog
stuff don't matter here
LYCKSALIGHET
Are Buddhists, Neuroscientists, and Quantum Physicists saying the same thing in different languages? Let's finally bring the three together and have an enlightening discussion.
I WRITE BECAUSE OF HER ❤
ZQ
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
postcards from the present moment
We are talking about something we know nothing about.
#poetry#poems
Blind Sightseers!
