last weeks of summer
sea change in the air
humid weight lifts and
gardens spark with a clear, bright light
wading through ocean waters
dizzy with currents
that ripple and tug
pulling you further
and further
beyond the shores
pulling you further
and further
beyond the shores
drifts of sea thrift and thistle
fairy wands that tap the sunlight
calling you to the dance
calling you to the dance
shadows at twilight
lace treetops and the
last rays spill
through tired leaves . . .
2 comments:
Have finally had a chance to really look at your blogs/work. Gorgeous, all, and inspiring. How deeply invested you are in the world you create.
I'm so glad you came by and many thanks--
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