Find your next favourite story now
Login
13+
Ponderings
"Daily poems from my hexagon shaped cabin overlooking a lovely trout pond"
From My Window
While the pond reflects the red and gold of the trees
along the shore,
and the slow clouds high above
move
across the still water,
I ask
who am I to ask for more?
And so I sit here at my desk with no order
and say to the silent air,
how blessed I am to be here
by this window,
in this chair.
Loved the story?
Show your appreciation by
tipping
the author!
Get Free access to these great features
- Create your own custom Profile
- Share your imaginative stories with the community
- Curate your own reading list and follow authors
- Enter exclusive competitions
- Chat with like minded people
- Tip your favourite authors