Song of Colours
...Above and Beyond Colour...
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Wrinkle Crisp Lines
"This is what I have heard
at last the wind in December
lashing the old trees with rain
unseen rain racing along the tiles
under the moon
wind rising and falling
wind with many clouds
trees in the night wind."
W.S. Mervin
Friday, December 9, 2011
MySpot: Under the Willow Tree
*Ph of me/
Dreamboy
"The sweet calm sunshine (...), now
Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold..."
William Cullen Bryant
Miscellaneous: Low Over the Water
"Tangled branches of
Shadowy hair..."
Charlotte Ballard - The Maple Dances
Thursday, December 1, 2011
MySpot: I Can Hear The Grass Grow
*Ph of me/
Manuela
"That smell of freshly cut grass makes me think of... "
Garth Brooks
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