Look for me.
Among the trees…
In the Woods.
It’s my place …
Look for me, there.
Look for me.
Among the trees…
In the Woods.
It’s my place …
Look for me, there.
Anything and Everything, but mostly Poetry
between here and there lies the inbetween
If music be the food of love, play on✨
I'm nobody! who are you? Are you nobody too, then there's a pair of us. Don't tell! they'd advertise you know. How dreary-to be somebody. How public-like a frog. To tell one's name-the livelong June, to an admiring bog. Poem by Emily Dickinson.
reflections on faith and family life
Poetry. Art. Photography. Musings.
Writer of children's literature, short stories and poetry
Interviews, reviews, marketing for writers and artists across the globe
The role of the artist is to not look away. - Kurosawa
Paula Light's Writing Site | The Classic Edition
poetry and prose
practising for a whole life
Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
LETTERS to TIME PASSING
Read ,Write & Explore
My journal.
Fii schimbarea pe care vrei sa o vezi in lume!
Of Books, Photography, and Tea
Just want to share some words that I read/heard somewhere which touched me in an intellectual or soulful way.
Sillyfrog's Blog 
Is that an acorn?
Yes…I edited the photo and added the red color to resemble a heartbeat.
I love this!
Thanks …I think I’d like my headstone to say those same words. 😉
I love how the moss looks like green stars.
It is beautiful…thanks for stopping and commenting.
” Let me take you Home. For I ‘m going there.”
Somehow these lines floated into me as I looked at this wondrous and superb photo. What could be the reason I wonder?
Shakti
You are a wise man. Your comment and message are well received in my heart.