(Warning: trigger) It wasn’t for want of terror – inexplicable horror caused me to quake There was no one to hear – a remote lair, boarded ensured the perfect crime Even in the aftermath – self erased, movement adrenalin automaton Even then, no sound, voice stifled by guilt certainty blame was mine Art of dissociation […]
Autumn dons a mask, regales the changing season, ignores Winter’s threat – and I too, dance, brightly clad, deny the nearness of death.
In Mallard’s wake woe – with clipped wings, I watch and yearn for Winter sojourn. (For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day, and RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: wake/wail)
Wonderful photo for the day 😀
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Thank you!
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I am very drawn to this scene, I want to feel it.
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Yes – the colour is so alluring. Must be start of springtime here in Texas?
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Already? We are still in summer, and here summer and autumn conflate, which means out summer runs from spring and almost up to winter in June.
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I have no idea of the seasons here really – a stranger in strange land.
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Ah, but I guess it’s the end of winter
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That photo just says Warmth; verse so peaceful. Much appreciated 🙂
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Lovely, I want to run my hands over that log, perfect description!
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Thank you!
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A pleasure!
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So beautiful – words and pic
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Thank you.
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😊⭐️
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