1 Once upon a time, it was evening and very cold one For the Ice king was out, on his stroll thru his kingdom And
Month: Dec 2017
Lullaby: Decembers’ rain
Fast falls the evening, mild breezes, cold rain, rinsing the dusty roof tops Dark clouds shadow the moon, the evening is left to wander alone,
The call of the Stream: tributary of the crocodile river
1. Now I stand before you, great stream You tributary of the crocodile river Flowing from the hills, where no man knows To our gardens,
The Mountain
1 Oh beautiful sculpture Standing proud above the hamlet, Above the hills and valleys, Above whole rivers and rivulets Oh Gods creative masterpiece Drawing up
Musing: The Ostrich
1 To you my feathery friend, I write In the greying fields, your fur I sight Dangling by your sides are your wings Your neck
December Tides
1 Tasty for the spoils of the dry month, we are Dry air, dry waterhole, dry lips, dry paper Moisture lost to the heat of
December, once again
Dry airs are your best emissaries They send fine dust flying into our eyes, And some minute debris thru the window curtains Heralding your descent,
