Equinox
Wind blows through the Ring of Brodgar,
Stones are blessed again by driven rain drops
As they mark off the wheeling of another year.
And here we are, feeling the warmth:
Connected
By Mike Bell
Poetry Corner: Equinox
Wind blows through the Ring of Brodgar,
Stones are blessed again by driven rain drops
As they mark off the wheeling of another year.
And here we are, feeling the warmth:
Connected
By Mike Bell