Peering through a old stone gate, its face well carved, in prayers attired, I saw a golden wall of late before which stood cracked streetlamps retired, their warming light now long gone yet they still glow stubbornly on #poem#poemaday#poetry#photography#scotland#edinburgh#architecture
A poet in a pub drinks a pint of words and if they drink too much then they’ll write the absurd but for this moody writer it turns the mood up lighter so I’ll write as silly as you’ve ever heard #poem#poemaday#poetry#writing#photooftheday#photography#scotland#edinburgh#pub#street
a life I’ve made fifth decade long steep hill climb on I will and then I’ll leave behind the winding shroud and step onto the waiting clouds #poem#poemaday#poetry#writing#photooftheday#photography#scotland#edinburgh#nature#mountain#hill#minimalist#mentalhealth#landscape
