The Heralding of Night

Nothing can stop it, darkness is coming. Swallowing the sun like the reapers cloak. Heralded not by fanfares or glory but by the cry of the owl and the fox. Peace descends as the diurnal creatures find their shelter. The night hunters begin their prowl, shrouded by the night. Dying hues are the promise ofContinue reading “The Heralding of Night”

Torrents of memories 

I stand absorbed by the falling water. Like moments in time they coomr and go so fast. Lost to the pool below, mixed together in an inseparable mix.  Yet my pool of thoughts can be separated, in mixed from the rest to bring g back moments in a drop, feelings lost to be rediscovered.  SoonContinue reading “Torrents of memories “