Oh sweet slumber come
and engulf me in your arms;
nourish me with dreams.
by Scooj
Oh sweet slumber come
and engulf me in your arms;
nourish me with dreams.
by Scooj
Tight, fat and bloated,
September’s offering is
October’s desire.
by Scooj
With consummate ease,
walking on water is like
a stroll in the park.
by Scooj
Delicate whisper
of Autumn’s steady advance;
time to button up.
by Scooj
Distorted shadow
obscured by rippling waters;
unmistakable.
by Scooj
I want my childhood
back; to spend carefree Summers
with those who have gone.
by Scooj
On Cornish heather,
still only for a moment;
captured in rapture.
by Scooj
Writing my biog
for an Autumn conference;
me in a nutshell.
by Scooj
Early morning trip;
warm smells of the bakery
wake the living dead.
by Scooj