The wind in my face,
dreaming of sandy beaches;
I make for Cornwall.
by Scooj
The wind in my face,
dreaming of sandy beaches;
I make for Cornwall.
by Scooj
Doctor’s waiting room
is no place for having fun;
somber and silent.
by Scooj
Synchronicity;
warm, humid weather triggers
a mass ant ascent.
by Scooj
Metal elephants
guard us from the elements;
pachyderm handles.
By Scooj
When consciousness and
unconsciousness become one,
you are in the zone.
By Scooj
The Ocean World of
Jacques Cousteau fed the desire
of one little boy
by Scooj
Heavy rain again;
another Summer washout
testing my patience.
by Scooj
Balance in nature
is settled , until challenged;
newt out of water.
by Scooj
Curiosity
opens doors previously
locked by ignorance.
by Scooj