Hawthorn Hart

Posted on November 1, 2023 by Rex Tyler

A babbling Brook
In our privacy We
Took ritual to task
Deliberately
A wild stretch of greenery
Dotted in flower
Where horses stand peacefully
Their chance to devour
The freshness of Autumn
Each cooling desire
Look over yonder
Our beautiful fire

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
This entry was posted in The Sabbats and the old craft. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *