thunder rolls down deep
boiling sky vapors
a gift for drought
right before my eyes
tempest overheard
sky light of reflected suns
layers melt upon layers
caught but nothing in return
And Thunder Rolls
thunder rolls down deep
boiling sky vapors
a gift for drought
right before my eyes
tempest overheard
sky light of reflected suns
layers melt upon layers
caught but nothing in return
A selfish poet
Thoughts-poetry on life, nature and spiritual
Places - Nature - Photography
Steve's body of work spans conflicts, vanishing cultures, ancient traditions and contemporary culture alike - yet always retains the human element.
Author, Speaker, Workshop Leader
Shadowleaves on Lake Ann 
Great photos…I love “sky light of reflected suns”
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Thanks Susie for visiting ~ glad you enjoyed it!
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