A Place in Time

Tic-Toc Goes the Circadian Clock

An unknown person gazes over a mended wall, digging deep into their soul, they wonder if yonder, the trees really are greener.

Between two trunks is a nightingale lodged in her nest. She sings seductively, but who’s here to hear, feel and follow?

A sun dial sits alone in a well manicured garden, unobtrusively it tells of the shortening of time: ‘Summer will soon be Fall.’

Author: Anna Bidoonism

You'll find lots of (1) poems & (2) prose on my blog as well as information about (3) literary analysis (4) philosophy & (5) psychology. This is me; this is who I am.