Voyage to Avalon
Above the apple trees, there’s hum of bees.
Near Isle of Avalon, old Merlin floats;
Wisteria is worn in his lapel.
His spirit swells as mandolins are strum. 96 more words
2 weeks, 5 days
It is quite a grey and overcast Tuesday morning in my little part of the World today. Dipping into my photo album I found these glorious Poppies, bursting with the promise of Sunshine and Summer. 79 more words
1 month, 1 week