Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

The magic of a sweet morning with the dew on the grass and the sun high on the horizon, the music of the birds flying to a new destination in search of adventure.

You sens the aroma of the flower garden brought to you by a morning breeze giving a little wake-up, down in the valley where the sweet bumblebee’s give a play of life in the poppies.

The magic of a sweet morning goes over to a warm summer midday, the Coloring of day change, a serene stillness comes to visit you to find the berries that soothe your hunger.

The magic of a sweet morning, at noon still with bare feet in the grass, no path to follow on this magical day.

© Elke T.B. Stevens, Belfast 17/07/2018