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:TwitterFacebookLinkedInEmailPinterestLike this: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…