Like a ribbon of verdant grass curled around my finger I remember my youth of running barefoot through the grass and clover chasing the flight of butterflies over Okanagan air like the wind whispering love to the tail of a dancing kite pale sulfur sails panel the blue as long crooked legs come alight upon…
Diner or Dinner?
Through tall spires of grass Weaves a bull of fur through time Diner or dinner? All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck See more of others’ submissions to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge on “Dinnertime.” … and more Poetry from EatsWritesShoots here.
Carry Me Away …
To have feet that could carry me to a place A place not here … a place not there To a place that is to be Where wings will appear And can bring dreams to me. All Photos and Text © Dale Schierbeck See more of from other’s submissions to the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Minimalist….