Snow,
It softly blankets the colourless soil,
Lifeless and cold after years of toil. Continue reading
Snow,
It softly blankets the colourless soil,
Lifeless and cold after years of toil. Continue reading
The traveller awakens to the sound of the grass,
whispering tales of soldiers long passed. Continue reading
The landscapes awake in a colorful burst
as the cold drifts away and releases the Earth. Continue reading
Sometimes, if I strain my eyes hard enough, I can see him as he sits on that mahogany chair we bought at Gravesend all those years ago; eyebrows furrowed and pen in hand. Continue reading