A summer in November,
not that I remember,
but now, it gets a chance.
With the global warming
November is quite charming
and when the leaves are falling,
I join the summer dance.
Summer in November
Schlagwort: poem
Breakfast buffet
Breakfast in bed was never said so we headed for the table that was more stable There was for all a guilt ridden pleasure of the morning call Jams and honig and cafe quite strong a table laden so long with croissants ,beurre and all things nice embarassing to say we all returned twice!
we polished it all off 😂
wish you a nice Sunday breakfast
knotty art
A little wooden baby boar just came off an English moor It seems to be quite scared of me I 'm not, what it was looking for 🙁 Anyway - it will be fine with all the other woods in line I‘ll nail them all on the wall as a knotty art design 😀
my beautiful baby
I love my beautiful baby in the morning light her pureness and loveliness a gorgeous woman and sight I love her smile and her amazing ways and all the wisdom that she says lips and eyes to make me sigh bosom like the mountain peak sky high best is no lie come to me, beautiful baby
Text: the student
the way of my baby
I learn the way of my Baby so weet
she is a bustling mayhem of energy so deep
the strenght to show and distinguish the lines
carries her on throughout the times
Her mind and ideas continue to resonate and evolve
anabeling the ability to always solve
She is here to be
the ever present sanctuary
the student
morning chill
I sit around in absolut space light dancing here with perfect grace the morning chill of sences to the fore my baby in situ softly speaking more gentle sunlight bright so early isolation a brief reflection never surly
the student
in my thoughts
In my thoughts you were tonight when suddenly I sat upright your voice was there I heard my name But you were sleeping at my side
How sweet are you in peaceful slumber dead to the world and I did wonder Where are you right now, and me? Did I dream? - I can’t remember
Those few words, I heard so clearly like a revelation nearly brought to me what can I say? all I felt, was love so dearly
In my thoughts you were tonight and I held you close and tight
she is beautiful
She is as beautiful as the day break but I think she is hundered times more beautiful
the student
coffee is ready
Baby, Baby bring me coffee please wake me up and slip inside my bed Coffee with my baby! 🥰
hey, my Dear I wish, I could be there to wake you up and slip inside your bed coffee is ready
an alle flat earther
The earth is not flat
it has many humps and bumps
but still has a beauty within
to inspire and frustrate
T. Dickinson
