Pomegranates

autumn evening

Shelley The Cloud

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,

And the nursling of the Sky;

I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;

I change, but I cannot die.

For after the rain when with never a stain

The pavilion of Heaven is bare,

And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams

Build up the blue dome of air,

I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,

And out of the caverns of rain,

Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,

I arise and unbuild it again.

Autumnal

Pink

Pink is the love in spring.

Pink cherry blossoms by the church. So beautiful and innocent, but like anything else that blooms, they are meant to fall.

Such a changing and impermanent phenomenon.

forest. verticals (uprooted)

forest. creature

forest. dunes

forest. perspectives of one

forest. go down, underneath

forest. mystical in colour, familiar in form