Pull up a chair and relax. This is where I write, with my eyes. Stay as long as you like. You'll find me, where the wild roses grow ♥
in the hollow bowl of a hillside
Ah, an evening by fire!! Beautiful visual & restrained prose. Fabulous!!!
reflections from the sky dome
moves and changes within
colors float through
moving into night
yet all remains . . .
Diana — you work capture’s our everyday scenes and asks us to revisit its many meanings . . . .
Thank you, joanie
Oh I love this:)
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