Friday, October 8, 2010

Sleigh bells
and his sheepie folk

Read: "nightingale and the rose" by: Oscar Wilde
I read it on the bridge of a play ground.
The birds chattering and fluttering between branches of amber and pumpkin leaves.
the sunshine streaming a warm honey glow on the field below.
It's a really beautiful story..
pure and powerful

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Love the pictures. The horse looks so peacful. He must have sensed your inter beauty and loving spirit you have. Did you have a blue bird fly down from the tree onto your finger as you sang I'm wishing for the one I love to find me someday! I love you so much. Daddy