Friday is Skyday

. . .

S/he's watching me

Eyes taking a rest.
Looking out of the window
I felt being watched.

Friday is Skyday

. . .

Beginning of an End

Alright, that was not precise.
The end does begin with the birth.
At least . . .

Bienenfreund

Phacelia;  scorpion weed.
We call this flower Bienenfreund.
There is a little mound in Seanhenge,
each days visited
by hundreds of bees and bumble-bees.
There is a humming and buzzing . . .
Listening to it is at least as beauteous
as is a poem by Shakespeare,
as is a Beethoven sympony.

 

De-Light

. . . – moment of . . .