High on a mountain ridge
I hear the winds
Touch . . .
Tufts of sky winds
Barley touch down
Then push off
Rippling outward
Making wind fans
Quickly disappearing
Only seen in a flash of an eye
High on a mountain ridge
I hear the winds
Touch . . .
Tufts of sky winds
Barley touch down
Then push off
Rippling outward
Making wind fans
Quickly disappearing
Only seen in a flash of an eye
Observations from the Garden
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.