Shadow Of A Tree On A Cracked Wall: Photograph

The shadow of a tree with it's well defined leaves on an old, cracked wall and with the play of sun and shadow is impressionable.

Shadow Of A Tree On A Cracked Wall: Photograph

The shadow of this tree with it's well-defined leaves on an old, cracked wall leave an impression of sun and shade that is impressionable.

Unto The End Of Mortality: Poem

UNTIL THE END OF MORTALITY

I will tread on meandering paths, often weary;
I will stop and gaze at the sun as it rises.
I will watch a tree's leaves rustle in the breeze
Rest my body, so tired, when I please

I will wander in that old city's lanes
Pass crumbling mansions , craftsmen at work;
I will recall youth's joys and troubled sorrows
Even as I write in fragrant ink these lines;

I remember snatches of melody;
I remember the poetry of long ago.
Defenceness, under the end of mortality
I will witness my own nostalgic pain.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Leaves (How They Do Fall) : Poem

Leaves, How They Do Fall

Leaves, how they do fall
Do they happen to wonder at all
Why the earth happens to turn
And them, with seasons spurned.
When they fall onto the earth
Carpetting the ground with their mirth
Do they think of the spring
And the life that it will finally bring?

That the cycle of life begins
That the waltz of seasons spins
Now leaves tumble and fall

One more autumn, one more fall.


Copyright: Rani Turton