Against the majestic mountains and the mighty redwood tree what small, fragile things are we and how quickly our life passes by. Transient– but hopefully a passing filled with life's flowers Like the flight of a butterfly.
It’s Dark in Here I am writing these poems From inside a lion, And it’s rather dark in here. So please excuse the handwriting Which may not be too clear. But this afternoon by the lion’s cage I’m afraid I … Continue reading →