Philip Cartledge
@philipcartledge.bsky.social
Jazz drummer, plays classical guitar and recorder, Druid Bard, fantasy art.
Next to the windows of the sun room., the great oak fell as Helene carved her swath through.
January 19, 2025 at 7:00 PM
Next to the windows of the sun room., the great oak fell as Helene carved her swath through.
Inside, next to those windows, many of the leaves of the three weeping ficus trees fell to the floor and whithered.
January 19, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Inside, next to those windows, many of the leaves of the three weeping ficus trees fell to the floor and whithered.
as if mourning the loss of their friend. I knew that tree. I miss him, too.
January 19, 2025 at 6:53 PM
as if mourning the loss of their friend. I knew that tree. I miss him, too.
Sitting with clouds
rushing by
In a dance of
Light and Dark.
Trees combed
by the wind
That sighs into a
soft breeze
Clearing the storm
in my soul.
A space of
Peace.
rushing by
In a dance of
Light and Dark.
Trees combed
by the wind
That sighs into a
soft breeze
Clearing the storm
in my soul.
A space of
Peace.
January 19, 2025 at 5:52 PM
Sitting with clouds
rushing by
In a dance of
Light and Dark.
Trees combed
by the wind
That sighs into a
soft breeze
Clearing the storm
in my soul.
A space of
Peace.
rushing by
In a dance of
Light and Dark.
Trees combed
by the wind
That sighs into a
soft breeze
Clearing the storm
in my soul.
A space of
Peace.