Winter Dreams

Leaves fall like flakes of gold and bronze,
Tumbling through the cool autumn air…

Aboard an Autumn Ship

Greenery remains aloft
As yet to take the plunge
And dapples mountain far as soft
As painter’s well-worn sponge

Bombed Out

Thoughts fall like bombs,
Rippling the plane of my existence…

Winter Dreams

Leaves fall like flakes of gold and bronze,
Tumbling through the cool autumn air…

Bombed Out

Thoughts fall like bombs,
Rippling the plane of my existence…

Aboard an Autumn Ship

Greenery remains aloft
As yet to take the plunge
And dapples mountain far as soft
As painter’s well-worn sponge

Lament of a Season

Cornfields tall cut short by farmer’s scythe,
Frost greeting each long-shadowed sunrise,
Days seem to be but a flashing of light,
Before again the cold and dark of night.

Winter Camp

The last sip of lukewarm coffee
Dying fire turns to ember
Woolen cap pulled down tightly
Against winds of December

Night Rider

The twilight comes too fast now
Midday sun not near as high
Season running out somehow
Cooler wind in cloudless sky

Aboard an Autumn Ship

Greenery remains aloft
As yet to take the plunge
And dapples mountain far as soft
As painter’s well-worn sponge

Flannel with Faith

Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author

saania2806.wordpress.com/

Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!

Poetry collection

Work by Rain Alchemist

Paul's Poetry Playground

It's Time to Play...