Friday, August 31, 2007

Hello friends, we are so sorry for the delay in our story, but... It is time for the seaside, and now that is over. Here is a poem i wrote about it;

Oh the beauty of the seasons
As we follow them
the seaweed rtail
the rock pool
full
of treasured pebbles
time to go home
empty now the seashore
rock pools no more
wind in clear sky
is the song if a wise man
who will
write my story in the
autumn mist.
Mule winter brown
back to town,
the wolf howls
the dog fox barks
at night times door,
but it is locked
and they have gone.
Spring will come, sure
the green mans
paint brush out again.
After winters logs burn
then comes the great turn
and summer comes again.
So i sing a song of seasons
with sand in my shoes

3 Comments:

Blogger verlaine said...

This writing and imagery is all so beautiful. So beautiful. I found it searching for scraps of musical information on early recordings of your husband and was astounded to find that you were here, and was astounded by the beauty. So timeless and mystical. Thank you, and best wishes.

September 12, 2007 at 7:14 PM  
Blogger Passionate Ornithology said...

...thanks for the sea...and everything else maclisian.

October 28, 2007 at 1:11 AM  
Blogger rachel said...

love this picture, and I love you too... Miss you as well.
time for a phone chat soon?

January 2, 2009 at 6:05 AM  

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