Potted pleasures hailAutumn’s arrival – graciouswelcoming party. (Image my own. Haiku borrowed from One Woman’s Quest II)
Dawn breathes an invitation and Rumi’s words taunt me: Do not go back to sleep. I am loathe to greet the day – not that I despise its arrival, rather that waking has become laborious since the onset of chronic illness. Daughter of a military man, I am conditioned to rise before the sun, have […]
Does the moon envysun’s glorified reign –(gender inferred) Sons were sunin my family,we women lunar Father straddledthe two – a secretwe fought to suppress Fluidity of pronounsnon-existantin formative years. (Image my own)
I love those big fluffy clouds on a summer’s day… they are meant for dreaming.
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Never gets old, does it? Thanks.
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Never!! You’re welcome.
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Those are dreamy and fluffy! I want to go lay down in those clouds! Beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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I agree. Thanks.
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I particularly like the first photo. The season is just on the cusp of changing.
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Thanks Liz. Every day I see a bit more of autumn creeping in. Feels too early.
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You’re welcome, VJ. It definitely feels too early.
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