A maudlin little poem on my own artwork.

A few words on the cycle of life and death.

Hello faithful followers, I am back with a little poem about death, of course. prompt: spade

Try to remember.

I like to start impromptu poems with the words ‘I am’. It’s not always a reference to my state of mind. It might be an observation or a passing thought. But I still feel the need to capture it.

Such a perfect morning. My favourite time. I’m not sure why it made me think of dying. But it’s how I’d like to be remembered.

Silver linings

There are many kinds of boxes.

We washed windows. Nothing too profound.

Every new beginning..