House on the Hill
Published in
Apr 10, 2023
Last of April’s snow
I follow the magic forest path
Must not get lost!
Fog hides the world
Ghosts from the past linger
I fall asleep.
Full of dreams
A small glimmer to warm the heart
Clarity prevails.
Editor for
Software developer by day - embracing creativity by night. It started with a photoblog on stormpix.net. These are poems, stories and essays with my pictures.