Wildflowers
like pinholes of
colour at the edges
of a medieval painting
they stray from their
own hearts
softly obeying the sun
in muted sighs of green
quietly trespassing
knowing only roots
and sky
Cathy Cullis
reblogged from http://cathycullis.blogspot.it/
la lepre entrò nel cerchio e balzando annottò
"Noi non siamo mai esistiti, la verità sono queste forme nella sommità dei cieli." Pasolini
ANCESTRAL FOOD. HERBAL WISDOM. MAGICAL COOKERY. SEASONAL CELEBRATION.
Literature, poetry, lots of books and just some stuff I write
Poet
Literature, Science, Art and Culture in the long Nineteenth-Century.
Bookshop / Casa editrice indipendente / Venezia
Basta dire, ora si fa!
writer & editor
In cammino tra alberi, boschi e parole
traduttrice
Translator and author. Books are my cup of tea
Poetry as a Homeland
Il blog di Interno Poesia
pictures & background stories
La lepre e il cerchio 