Vintage finds, 80’s feels
Category: Environment
Fallen leaves poetry
Fallen Leaves
I wish I could collect fallen leaves,
Like I did when I was five,
They were beautiful to me,
I collected one of every shape and Colour,
Just to be fair.
I wanted to save them, give them a home that was warm, and dry.
I thought they would stay alive forever,
If I cared enough.
But like everything,
Their beauty faded,
Dried up, cracked, turned to dust.
I didn’t understand like I do now.
Trying to keep something alive that is dead is futile.
Now their beauty reminds me of the fragility of life.
Dawn Illsley
Poetry Time
Time by Dawn Illsley
My soul is bleeding,
Hoping beyond help.
Time is ticking,
Loud and clear.
It’s getting late,
Too late to care.
Autumn colors
My Eden
Freshly picked
HomecomingÂ
This and that…
Day in the life
Louisbourg Day 2
A few discoveries today and a lot of questions still to be answered. The longer I delve into the bits and pieces the more I want to know. I found part of an etched inscription today. I’m feeling more and more like a code breaker. I used to love criptoquotes as a kid. I guess those interests that you develop as a kid, turn into your passions when you are an adult.