Omnium

Thursday, August 08, 2013

Under the hazel
I was pondering about
Cages of Freedom

Whilst she is sleeping
A moonlit dreamscape her face.
Watching her in awe

Her beauty makes me breathless.
Her love is my oxygen.

August beginning, anyway.


Had I been mowing this haiku would not exist nor would the daisies.

Where the astrophysicist and Miss J.
are going to say "Yes".
Afterwards Miss J. will be Mrs. W..

Update: Meanwhile she is. :)

Ingredients of
a nice little meal,
served with (selfmade) gnocchi.

. . . the blue is growing . . .

Looking through the back door.


It is not the death, it's the process of dying which is so damn sad.

Not bad for a Sunday morning at 9:37.

Glad my eyes are the eyes of a human.

What will happen first?
Marriage on Mary's Castle
or will death prevail?