a morning by the well . . .

one of the few places that make my life bearable where i live is this beautiful heritage well...this is where i find myself on a calm breezy clouded morning with a book of poetry and a cup of coffee..

walled waters

 

bitter breeze

 

rippled thoughts

 

september skies

 

tons of tadpoles

 

tadpoles that grow up to be

 

frogs in the well

 

unless

 

they take the stairs

 

 

Author's Note

i am learning...would appreciate any kind of feedback...