Later, later found
But from the forest later…later springsthe spring anew; in it subtle song, a timid lightthe soil is wild alive; when rain had ceased to fall,and you’ve forgot to mourn, forgot […]
But from the forest later…later springsthe spring anew; in it subtle song, a timid lightthe soil is wild alive; when rain had ceased to fall,and you’ve forgot to mourn, forgot […]
practising for a whole life
dancing with my muse
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.