Zen II 13 Saturday Dec 2014 Posted by Caro Field in poetry ≈ 1 Comment A foggy day Like a blank canvas Almost bare branches With the odd leaf Clinging tenaciously And me Observing Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
There is mystery in that picture, like a foggy night in London town, what secrets are in that house on the hill? Do share with us what you have observed…