constructed by decay
each spire a testament
to the sovereignty of being
The Wooded Kingdom’s Castle
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
constructed by decay
each spire a testament
to the sovereignty of being
Excellent… love it!…; -)
thanks so much Liam
My pleasure…; -)
Wonderful, C! I think the same thing every time I see a hemlock stump, which tend to rot like this into ‘castles.’
Oh! of course you do E. – you are a kindred. ❤️🙂
Your eyes really can see unusual and difficult to see things, almost invisible ones.
Maybe, simply, you are able to look like a child does, and it’s beautiful.
These words by you need to be ponderated with attention
Thank you so much Judy. Your words really mean a lot to me.
Oh this is a great shot and interpretation!