Today the sun turns
To slink toward the darkest time
Deep in mid-winter.
(via Twitter / John Hicks)
Out of work for months
There’s plenty of time to ask
What is my life worth?
(via Twitter / John Hicks)
1 attosecond:
Billionth billionth of a second ->
God’s flashbulb cuts time
(via Twitter / John Hicks)
Sping follows Winter,
Each year blending in a blurr.
Only stories last.
- for renice (via Twitter / John Hicks)
Cleaning out the shed
All the things I loved to do:
Nests for birds & mice
