some days it's like breaking rocks...

19 October 2017 12:00 AM

Ever stand for a moment looking up at the leaves as they fall from the trees, this patio is wide, stones, old castle, and you can see the age in the stones, they have soak up so much moisture, looking through the archway, the door the leads OUT through the bridge, across the stream, I like the old relic of a house and a donkey grazing in the grass, this congress is well matched, up in the tower, the princess broods, crouched by the open window, her skirt brushing against the floor, she looks up into the roof of this open air room, it is a rafter are there bats, she doesn't know but she would welcome them, anything to keep her company would be better than this lonely echo in her mind, I like the archway better, the fog in the forest, the trees like slender profiles, shadows, the leaves are falling, if I walk on the precipice will I cut my feet on that edge, the rock looks hard, oh I wonder I'm having trouble writing this one deep breathe, I want to walk in the highlands, with the donkey who is grazing near that relic of a stone house, is that an old church, the archway indicates - a quarter moon design, hanging precipice again, the grass is dried and if I blow will the seeds travel we're back to the leaves falling, I like this room in the building with no roof, how old is this place, the Blue Jay looks almost translucent, call out to Nature, listening to the birds calling, will the Cardinal come, blood magic the crow calling, and when I heard the Hawk call it was a plaintive sound, I admire that bird, admire and feel sad for it and its loneliness, a small hawk hide in the bushes near the main street, when it was aware that I knew it was there it fled back to that taller bushes behind the building...