Summer keeps me outside, but Fall will draw me back here again, where I may enjoy the comfort of my many friends in literary diffusion...
I have wandered amongst the flowing tendrils, Those green spaces that entice my soul, And heard the siren call of faery voices in the night, That speak of eternal starlit pathways and moonbeams, That call from 'neath the toad stool and the log, That speak of woodland musk and green mosses, Their soft texture captured there 'neath soft fern, Whose fronds wave in gentle woodland breeze.
Whose graces soon will fade 'neath Winter's freeze.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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... I could smell it, be there, fractal pleasure.
Thanks,
StarFields x
Perfection James!!
Wow!! Happy to see you back!!
Love Tinka
Reindeer
you have a gorgeous backyard!!!
Second.....love your write!
serene......
pax A