woodland phlox
growing in abundance
a new restlessness
100 Gourds
Tanka Prose
Nights in White Satin * It’s not just the music, the minor key plaintive sound or the voice, the anguished cry of loneliness and longing,...
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oh, this wind! it sweeps me past my gate then spins me home spring clean-up- in the sweat of hard work a settling peace solid gray sky- fors...
4 comments:
timely phlowers
dancers in this season's breeze
sun's soft tempo
__ Grand and tempting Adelaide: as flowers call... to thought. _m
a lovely image, Doug. Thanks
Adelaide
Wow!! Luv the juxtaposition of restlessness
Much❤love
Thank you. Gillena.
Adelaide
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