Winter winds today were nearly as soft as early spring. Most odd for this time of year I thought while on my walk. Most odd for this time of year. Some say there is no global warming from the burning of trash, woodlands, excessive use of oil and gas. It is all ok, some say and that it is only a natural cycle in the turning.
Some desire to preserve and not turn away. I am only a simple painter and sometimes bad poet and don’t pretend to know about the grand plan. Yet hold holy the Light in fine art and poetry.
As ever be well, Stephen Craig Rowe