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: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email 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…