Ground is shifting
below my feet
solid mass
swirling,
dissolving
into gritty
eddies of sand.
Would be a desert
storm if I were not
standing at
water’s edge;
nothing for it
but to leap
take a risk
and fly.
(Interest from pinterest.com)
Protection and Education for Wild Horses
A journal dedicated to celebrating the beauty of birds
Candid cultural comments from the Isles of Wonder
Sea, sand and space, And all Calliope's grace...
photography, poetry and ponderings of life
Sharing Poetry and Hugs
Our small family living in a 5th wheel following Dads work as a rock fall technician... what could go wrong?
Tales of friendship, love, loss and belonging.
travel curator/connoisseur of life
To See a World in a Grain of Sand...
Freelance writing on different topics (Content Developing) & Poetry
Let the creative juices flow!
Light, Laughter and Memories
Fine Art, Graphic Design and Illustrations
