Christine Kretschmann

St. David (Wales) written by Christine Kretschmann A brooklet flows in front of an old place. Jackdaws fly over it without any haste And the sun set the stones in a golden glaze.

Read the rest of St. David (Wales)

The dawn written by Christine Kretschmann 03.01.2008 The birds aren’t singing any more the bees has gone for long

Read the rest of The dawn