Thursday, March 31, 2016


The empty echoing call
From the Raven's darkness
Pierces the silent forest
Seaking out a hint of Spring

The loud and wooden drumming
Of a Woodpecker on his tree
Establishing a territory
Before he feeds on ants

A couple walking down a country lane
Hand-in-hand, crunches crisp on gravel
Far away somewhere
Plans with other words

Thankyou for this dream