VGyoungLove

From here to there

listen to nature

awake

Quiet in the house,
quiet outside too;
Shadows of moonlight
falling on the dew.
Awake all day and night
Stardust floating by on light

Winter valleys:Streaks of fog.
The trees:
Leafless beauty.
I lean on my shovel,
Contemplate upturned earth.
Silent:
In the clouds of mist around me.

my daily bread

My quest has ended here in this little
shack on the edge of mirror waters.
Clouds gather in great, fluffy
conglomerations in the blue
skies above my head.
River currents whisper in front,
a swampy forest full of
towering trees wall off the back.
On one of their trunks I sketched a
seagull flying.
The air is incensed by
flowers growing wild.
From here no fields or
farms are in sight but
from the abundance of
their yieldI receive my
daily bread.

thusness

Sitting