Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, November 15, 2020

Season

 I watched the deer grazing peacefully

there amongst the chickens as they were pecking.

The sweater weather and the sun shining bright

awakened the spirit giving new meaning to this life.


It is not about a legacy or a story that people tell, 

the energy that we share is like a simple spell. 

Here today to share under the sun, 

but like the weather the storm removed our love. 


I watched the fish moving quickly down stream

as the sounds of a season fade suddenly. 

In the silence a whisper can be heard 

goodbye my sweet song birds. 




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