The Old Quarry Path – artwork & poem by AnnMarie.
Sentinels (Snowdrops) – Guards from the dark countenance of winter not done.
Spotters of a spring soon to be sprung.
Blanketed by snow’s cold embrace, frosted as delicate lace;
Night Life (On Woodland Fungi) Consider, on walk through woodland fair; Beneath your feet, another realm’s lair. Mat of twisted tendril, all out of sight. Yet, as fall of sun bringeth night; Up rise forms in sound so mute. Pleated golden bodies to spread its fruit. Share List