The garden will grow
Let it become a jungle
Old walls tumble down
Month: August 2019
30th August 2019
In your black pupils
In the shadow of apples
In my own mind’s eye
29th August 2019
Could I live up here
On this faded windswept moor?
A solitary rock
28th August 2019
Summer is over
The time for harvest is here
Let the work begin
27th August 2019
If wild flowers
Are sown from a pack of seeds
Are they really wild?
26th August 2019
In a horse drawn cart
We move on, ever westward
A journey of peace
25th August 2019
To live a wild life
We must provide our own needs
And consume much less
