In the resting grounds.

a new name
on this old headstone
forget me nots

Natures truth.
__It matters little, that house in which you live... be it an edifice or a hovel; all that matters are the lives, the love, and the families that call those places home.

hell's vortex
this tornado's cleaver spins
families hope

Homeward bound.

may sun
a shore bird sings to our sail
following sea
 

Green thoughts; green to blue, to gray, then white. Thanks Geraldine. _m

rich moss
aligns this stony brook
the swans
 

Another... "33"

evening wind
with this cooing of doves
a cricket

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old dirt road
became this noisy highway
my dusty sneakers

As recently left... as a complementary comment... at Lorraine's nifty photo blog, and thanks too, to you Geraldine.

a herring gull
stands guard at this bollard
cast off