We scuttle and scurry
through stepping storms
and stormy skies,
through coughs and cries
and hellos and goodbyes.
We scuttle and scurry,
seasoned citizens
battling the seasons,
the blistering breezes,
the rains and the sneezes,
the smothering sweats
and the winters that freeze us.
We scuttle and scurry
from blankets to brollies
beneath covetous clouds
through clustering crowds,
over pools and puddles
splashing mud on our muddles.
We scuttle and scurry
through this life
in such a hurry
that it’s often gone
before we’ve got it.
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Photography taken under a stormy sky by The Palacio Real de Madrid, Spain.
maribethbatcho
Yup. We hurry to get nowhere…
If we would just slow it down, live in the moment, breathe, the world would be a better place.
Another beautiful image, to go along with truthfully words. Merci.
Jennifer Calvert
Yes this is so true. Beautiful piece Damien!
deuxiemepeau
Thanks Jen, hope all is well
Jennifer Calvert
Thanks Damien! All is well. Haven’t been on WP as much of late. But hope to return soon. ❤️
deuxiemepeau
Glad to hear- you are missed when you’re words are far from us ❤️
Jennifer Calvert
Aww you charmer you! Thank you Damien. ❤️