Autumn is almost gone
The yellows still hang on
Winter has shown its chilly face
So as long as I feel the sun
My heart will not be undone
By winter’s fury
*This was taken a few weeks ago when the reds were still in bloom.
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From the Existential to the Mundane - From Poetry to Prose
Jy is wat jy dink - nie wat jy dink jy is nie. Dit help soms om hardop te lag vir wat jy dink of dink jy is.
And so it goes...
drawing my feelings
Finding my way back out of motherhood -- while mothering
The world around through my camera's lens