Path of the hawthorns (my poem)
On the path of the hawthorns
the temperate owl reminds you
to understand, not judge
In the presence of the moment
you are holding nothing back
when you are enamoured of colours
My poetry is but an attempt to record feelings. All poems are written in one go. I do not tend to their aesthetic appeal, as that requires extra processing which detracts from my truth in the moment.