James Ballantyne

memories

  • Raindrops of the Heart

    What do you notice, when you stop and look within. Memories like fragile raindrops. Dangling on the grass, delicate holding on. Cumulatively heavy, on a light blade of grass dragging it down. Yet The grass is not the raindrops And… Continue reading

  • Awakening

    For everything under the sun, there is a time This is the season of your awakened harvesting When pain takes you to where you would rather not go. Through the white curtain of yesterdays to a place You had forgotten… Continue reading