No big box hereour shops line upin historic rows Our fraganceeau-de-fermeearthen fresh Our spires remindersthat values are simpleand life blessed. (Photo mine)
Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]
I love autumn, though I’m loving our spring just as much – but autumn has wonderful tones.
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Both seasons have their own glories.
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Sure do 🙂
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So pretty, your colors are so vibrant!
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Thank you, Sylvia!
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So lovely! ❤
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Thanks!
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The transition described so beautifully and a lovely photo!
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Thank you
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You are welcome!
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Nice. 😊
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Thanks
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