and the world turns again
sung by birds
measured by tides
© Maureen Sudlow
It is desperately dry here. We are watering as much as we can but much more is needed. Luckily the pumpkins are pretty plump, but the feijoas are just not growing – still little green marbles. The grapevine is huge and old so it is managing to survive, and the grapes are slowly changing colour. Trouble is the wasps and birds are getting to them as they ripen. Maybe they will leave us some.
waiting for the rain
that comes too late
A Total Eclipse of the Art
quiet moments in nature
a dream is something you want to do but still haven't pursued
Historical Fiction with a touch of Romance
Just a little poetry...
... mobius faith imaging ...
Art/ Paintings and more...
haikai poetry matters
Expressing Unexpressed Thoughts
a place for poetic-ish ramblings on life, love and happiness ♡
POETIC BLOOMINGS, a site established in May 2011 and which reunites Marie Elena Good and Walter J Wojtanik to help nurture and inspire the poetic spirit.
All things crochet inspired by coastal living...
The one who has arrived has a long way to go. --Tomas Transtromer
BY JEDIDIAH PASCHALL