Hunter’s Moon
#howl
writing is sorrow ~ having had written is sublime
#howl
whither comes the light alas, what matters the source while soon comes the night
…it’s time for me to migrate to a warmer clime.
the leaves green grow wild wherever their seeds may blow wild, aye, but resolved
In a field depleted and left a fallow Where only single crops have e’er grown ‘Twill sundry bloom soon rich, tho’ callow When by Nature’s hand the seeds are sown
#alonetogetherwithmylittlefriends *photo credit to the wife
#daytrippin’ #hometownlovin’ #lakeeffectbaby #nofilter