poetry, personal reflections and musings
Oh boy, this speaks directly to my heart. What a beautiful vision.
I forgot how much colour can still be about at twilight, thanks for the reminder.
I can imagine the tree raising itself up in greeting there.
Dear Sue--Your photo has such depth--and breadth--it does remind me of the finest of china...Thank you. You are that fine china too, you know.
This is a beautiful portrait of the moment. Love the china plate moon - terrific!
This poem feels like an old lace dress found in an attic and brought out into the daylight. Lovely!
Sue, yes go for it, do your own 25 random things! I'd love to read them. I didn't tag any others because that tag has been making the rounds a lot lately, and I couldn't remember sho all had done it. Maybe I can retro-actively and tag you?! p.s. I wanted to go to Kent State back then, but couldn't afford the out-of-state tuition, so went to Western Michigan instead.
Love the image and enjoy the message.
There are sycamores near here that are so warm and embracing. They capture the sun and give it back in their expansive embrace. Wonderful stuff here, Sue. Thanks.
Oh this is oh so lovely Sue! The photo and your evocative words. Perfect! Hugs, G
I'll have to flip a coin between that fine moon and the sycamore.The moon has it, for various reasons. Adi, my beagle dog, and I howl at the moon. When it becomes full my fangs come out and I bite. The sycamore has a strike against it almost every day, it appears as a dark and sinister monger one foot from my property line. It's sister was planted two feet inside the property line. Thank goodness the neighbor indignantly cut it down. I am glad Nino came out of his diabetes. We inherited a sensitive dog but she seems to be coming around being exposed to Adi, our beagle, all the time...
Glorious! The words and the photo offer a superb take on twilight!
this is one of the best, now off to the rest.
That is so beautiful. The picture is too.
i especially love your picture here...a visual poetry itself
I think at this moment poor old Tuppy must have got a sudden touch of cramp. He had been sitting hard by, staring at the ceiling, and he now gave a sharp leap like a gaffed salmon and upset a small table containing a vase, a bowl of potpourri, two china dogs, and a copy of Omar Khayyam bound in limp leather.Aunt Dahlia uttered a startled hunting cry. Uncle Tom, who probably imagined from the noise that this was civilization crashing at last, helped things along by breaking a coffee-cup.~PGW
Beautiful...photo and poem.
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