The hillz of the Apsens…
September 9th, 2007
The drums are high above showering the earth steep below
I have no clue why I am so blessed
but you couldn’t wipe the smile from my face if you tried
The hills speak in trickle whispers of a gentle waterfall
The temple guards the in between
I smell the pineapple, cherry and fruit sage
The bay leaf is fresh and the peppermint grows wild all over
I miss my home
when I miss a birthday and I know my shoulder is needed
Somehow, drinking fresh green tea
Eating from the garden below in a simple wooden frame
where the wind comes to converse,
I don’t feel lonely…
The butterflies entertain me
September 11th, 2007 at 7:06 am
Just beautiful! You have a real talent, Claudia. Hope you are enjoying your travels.
September 12th, 2007 at 4:05 am
wonderful butterfly photographs! Very surreal.
lovely
September 12th, 2007 at 6:02 am
Ms. Russell an Jon,
I am forever thankful for your readership. Jon, not as surreal as your 10 most morphed people in the world. Glad my pics please your talented eye. –clau