Author: willemien
Awakenings
Because the weather forecast promised good weather, we cycled, still in the dark, to the beach, and when we put our bikes away, the sun peeped over the horizon in the east. Beautiful colours in the sky, the sea looked blue, and the air above the water a soft pink too. The crows sat waiting for their picture, those poles are made for them, or so they think.
Quietness
After the bustle
Of the city the quietness
Of the park and reverse
Count the sheep
Count the sheep one says
But I had forgotten that
In the dark of the night
Down
The gardeners were
Busy to put sunflowers
Down upon their knees