The Giants Copyright N.Lebar @oldsoulworks How beautiful, the grove of weeping willows at the lake’s shore, towering ancient giants, gentle giants, always so gentle with my wounded heart and soul, always there for me, calming me, their beautiful green – or yellow, or brown – tresses delicately sweeping the grasses and pathway between the street … More Old Soul, New Life
Closer and closer… the creeping dampness, the permeating greyness, all things bright slipping into delicious decay. Closer and closer… the brisk autumn winds; the yellow and red leaves whirling like dervishes against the steel grey skies, and only moments later plastered on the ground like old textured wallpaper; to be envelopped in thick knitted sweaters, … More Closer and closer…
That time of year when small green buds magically sprout on the dead grey trees of winter… When the rains come, the air gradually becoming warm and moist, and flowers are budding with their delicate colours and the promise of beauty to come; when the streets are more and more dotted with the colorful mosaic … More AHHH…. SPRING…
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