Freestyle, Nature, Poetry, Seasons, Writing

Seasons through the Window

Every day, I stare out the window, A new example of natural beauty Playing before my eyes

Fantasy, Freestyle, Nature, Poetry, Writing

Dreamland

Soon, I descend into a familiar world Soft sheep prance upon fields of forest green, Ivory fleece bouncing with each bound A jubilant breeze drifts through, Winding around every living being, It reaches out with spectral fingers