Nature Poem

The Meadow Flowers were Teeming with Joy

The fog lifted up and so did we, The smoke from the chulha was painting a dull picture, We moved…

6 months ago

My favourite Cloud

Lying on the soft velveteen grass, I as usual in my pensive state thought of you. Not deciding to fan…

9 months ago

The Madness of Gurgling Rivers

I am addicted to the madness of the gurgling rivers that weep in silence, And the lofty pine and spruce…

9 months ago

Birds of Prey

Few precious little moments of peace can make you have a rundown of emotions. Like when you lie on your…

11 months ago

Heading Back to the Mountains

When the roads become isolated, and the green starts painting the mountains. When suddenly the clatter transforms into melodious silence,…

1 year ago