Tuesday 30 January 2018

THE THORN REMAINS



Fragrant and fresh



The rose petals



Whither away



The thorn remains

WILLOW AT DUSK
















Sunset by the stream!


The crimson disk!



Its reflection,


Wavy and bright


Sempiternal ripples  


The willow on the bank!


Shadowy and calm


The mellow glow of dusk!

LOST IN THE POINTLESS


Seasons have changed


Time has gone by


Words have rotten


The heart has become stale


Lost in the pointless 


My empty soul!