Headlong through the morning mist The masquerading shadows wait To take, to turn, to twine and twist Such simple sights that now conflate. Conflict. Confound.
Winter’s warning blast Calls them to come together If only we’d join © Brandewulf 2018 It’s time to put them safely in the portable greenhouse
Cats leap toward space Like geisers bursting upward Alien roomates © Brandewulf 2018 Image is not one of mine
Helen’s prompt for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday is the word soul. There were really a few ways I could have gone with this one.
A song was released in 1966 by a band called Buffalo Springfield. While many think the song was an anti-war protest song, it was actually
Not that I think anyone has been keeping score, but some might have noticed decreased activity on my publishing as well as participation in commenting