The beauty of your words is the mental picture they so easily created in my mind's eye. A joy N. even if the plague of ice and slush is the ode's final proffering.
Amethyst yellow ... can see it , that purple hazy mist drifting into yellow .
Birds migrating ... but not yet please Neville .
Late summer has yet to show its face .
Posted 2 Years Ago
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2 Years Ago
maybe I am just further away from your equator ma'am
2 Years Ago
well i live in God's own county and late summer will grace Yorkshire skies ... you just wait and see.. read morewell i live in God's own county and late summer will grace Yorkshire skies ... you just wait and see .
Painting a beautiful picture of pastel skies, blending amethyst and yellow hues. The sky is filled with the silhouettes of gold-eyed birds in flight, creating a serene scene. Truly in love with this verses ❤️
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2 Years Ago
and I am most grateful to you for visiting & leaving your own impression here .. Neville