https://www.lornafleurpoet.com/ Slowly shaded Woodland glade Pierced sunburst Winter haze. Icy stream So silent now Bleak yet beauty Seen, unbound. I tread before me Hallowed ground. Onward river Journeys sound Carrying history Yet unfound. A calling from the past I hear and sprightly Robin doth appear ! And all at once I feel at ease. This winter walk A gift, of peace. Lorna Fleur Law 20th January 2016
Oh gentle spring Evening sun day is almost done. River Withy Silky ripple Sounds abound Carry on. Pleasure here be never gone. Oh gentle spring Evening breeze Caress the trees Reminding me Of all thats been and all that is still yet to come. Oh gentle spring Evening sun. Lorna Fleur Law 2nd April 2016.
Abstract feeling Creative healing It's an avalanche of words Jumbled letters making up a meaning As they settle nicely into place a covering like white icing on a cake. Colour in the details and you can take a bite. It's a solution to a dilemma waiting to be heard Late at night. Story picture book It's all the same to me. It's an avalanche of words and all spread out to see. It's subjective meaning Still wanting and believing, like little flakes of dreaming. And if you take the words away there's really nothing left to say. Just an avalanche of abstract feeling generating creative healing. Lorna Fleur Law 15th February 2016