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)
Contrails, I always look for those lines in the sky.
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Thanks for that. I couldn’t remember the word (going back to your earlier post)
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VJ, again, you made me laugh.
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😊
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I particuarly like the blue against the green in the second photo.
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Thanks Liz. Colours are so vibrant these days.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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I love those summertime blues!
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🙏 Thanks
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Gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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