Rooks in the bare tops
Of the die-back ash.
Thinking of nothing,
With no judgement to pass.
Tasting the thermals,
The gossiping air.
Waiting contented,
Transcendent of care.
Rooks in the bare tops
Of the die-back ash.
Thinking of nothing,
With no judgement to pass.
Tasting the thermals,
The gossiping air.
Waiting contented,
Transcendent of care.
very nice
Thanks, I like your photos too. Will follow you on my feed.
thank you, yes sure