I dig computers
a riot of blossoms
celebration of new life
soon fluttering down
I walk by this tree regularly. It’s been daily during the lockdown. Spring is fully on. The blossoms lovely, temporary. Perhaps that’s part of their; their impermanence. So very Zen of me, I guess.
silence outside
daylight still waking
the quiet of poems
daises in the rain
water dripping from my hat
the wind’s memory
wind chimes
early morning darkness
birds sing to my tea
Everyone else is asleep in my house. I’m very fond of these quiet moments. I hope all of you are safe and healthy.
sunlight flows downwards
fir trees grasping towards the clouds
a gentle spring breeze
my movement is life
concrete underneath my feet
sunlight through the clouds
Shot the photo while on a walk near home, then edited in Instagram. Original is color, but black and white just felt right.
suburban walking
humor in this time of fear
crows laughing boldly
a bird sings solo
dawn’s hints in the eastern sky
serenading dawn
in this night’s darkness
within the sacred silence
seek peace together
the blue sky beckons
one blossom reaches the sky
gravity ignored