Down the road blown by the wind
rafts of snow travel quickly
in forms that move like starlings
forward and back, the snowflakes move
till the wind drops, and they land softly on the lawn
deftly floating it’s way out to sea
rickety branches travel across the water
in expectation they’ll
find their way through the salty sea
towards the sandy shore
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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