I walk into my day
with unbridled hands
unhurried rush
silver day
tears pouring down
growing old
waiting still
for the day’s forward take
one step at a time
I walk into my day
with unbridled hands
unhurried rush
silver day
tears pouring down
growing old
waiting still
for the day’s forward take
one step at a time
Observations from the Garden
A selfish poet
Thoughts-poetry on life, nature and spiritual
Places - Nature - Photography