Landscape And Poetry

The day was ending

The day was ending as the sun dipped over the horizon, and whatever was left of its light was slowly waning. I rowed the boat away from the dock, as I set up this last hour for just the two of us. It was a somewhat large boat, with petals from different flowers sprinkled inside, and light bulbs at the … Read More....

Landscape And Poetry

The scent of old books

The scent of old books and aged paper filled the room as the morning rays of the sun penetrated through the glass windows. I stood in an empty room, with tiny dust particles dancing in the air, illuminated and can only be seen because of the morning light. At my feet were linoleum floors that seemed to have been cleaned … Read More....