Tag: David de Roeck

Orange

The passion of orange, amber, yellow and rust; A vestige of psyche the returning of dusk; Thunderous hooves tearing sod from ground; The Pumping of life force to…

The mirrored Pond

The waters bring my soil rich, my ground so blessed so black, Tis you who plough the moral furrow, to till with aching back; So forget the sorrows…