Wane under complexity, Without time to live & breathe, Digging deep hearts do endure, Overload, minds implore Life is simple demonstrate, Nature feed, not take away, Burdened by, so called mess, Tow the line or readdress #vss365 #poem #poetry #wane #mindfulness #Peace #breathe

Sink in the snow, champagne crystals in the mist, Dispel the limits of the earth Through the windows of the universe Pouring forth the radiance of laughter To exalt the cry of pain flowering the heart With different shapes of love ©️ my📸

Stars I'm bewitched By their glory If only my tears Could match their glamour If only I could Be found in their heavens Yet I am merely mist Clinging To a mountain top Losing grip As snow begins to fall And there I lay In a ravine Lost Watching stars yawn Bidding me Farewell

Early Morning Skies. 1°C after a frost. Magpies.

In the realm of dreams, reality serves green tea, in the next chapter...

he takes the slow train , Rachmaninov plays piano, dance in a daydream...

I wake in darkness…

sparrows chirp, light drizzling, tired winter...

It's a touch that stays Abiding Upon my skin Stays Holding on Rippling through My dreams Into every day And Yet I'm at peace With this I could never Imagine Nor Wish it not To be there An ever presence Overshadowing My soul

May the crocus bring you joy. Good night,friends. Have sweet dreams 😌 Tue 10:00PM 🇯🇵 #WhiteFlowers #Crocus

she waits at 2:30 for sunlight to visit her apartment a celebration in this dark corner of the city…

Storms Never Last ©️ Friedrich Kunath

As the noise of falling stones increases, The screams decrease, And our power for good or evil Incessantly along the road surfaces Running with new colours of freedom Like a sailor alone in the vast ocean Drinking and singing to numb his immortality ©️ my📷

Magic's bent, Wills in vain, Eyes are open Looks the same I could dream Without doubt, Float the clouds, Write about Captured by, Sobered thought, In a tangled web & caught #Ache of lack, Understanding, Life gets tough, Too demanding #vss365 #FoxProse #poetry #poem #dreamer

Dreaming of Spring... 🌸🌸🌸

In the violet mist, one sail drifts - small enough to disappear, steady enough to stay. Solitary Sail

Flowers

drizzle turns to rain, a long winter of puddles, is yearning for spring...

winter chills my bones, wearing a favourite jumper, train is late again.

at the bay.. men with red wind blown faces start their day on fishing boats I do not flnd all this grey depressing I find it comforting it evokes memories of my father holding my hand on the dock looking at the seagulls circling above us…