pogo, coffee and me

with a bit of cinnamon and cream

rose red

rose red rose red, rose red

whom shall I wed?

rose red, rose red

from thorns I bled.

rose red, rose red

alone on my deathbed.

October 27, 2007 Posted by | floral, love, macro, wildflowers and plants, winter | 2 Comments

footprints

 footprints

in youth, the world stretches out with paths of footprints

unknown before us , always tomorrow;

but age leaves the footprints of yesterdays haunted with long shadows

March 26, 2007 Posted by | nature, winter | Leave a Comment

   

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