the blue muse

and soft whispering scent

timed from dawn to dusk

on a nature-made

sundial

.

wishing you a weekend filled with kisses

.

.

.

.

of days gone by and smiles to come

and this morning

all golden and dancing promises

with the tiniest of smiles

crossing autumn lips

.

.

.

That I always fall in love with.

How could I not?

.

Wishing you a week filled with beautiful messes.

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.

.

.

of silent blue sky and

wondrous

cloud clamor

holding court

in yesterday’s

garden

.

.

.

.

Summer came late to the party

earrings dangling

and hair askew

from the winds of change

she rode in on.

.

We sat for a while

and talked about

forgiveness.

.

.

.

.

winding together with late summer

grey-green leggy nostalgia

in a time-safe box of spent bloom

.

.

.

with the vibrance of youth

and the confidence of conjecture

.

the trees smile and whisper

jokes about surrender

.

.

.

.

hanging out together

on a day

filled with sunshine

and laughter

.

.

.

the geese are on the move

and my mind says

september

.

i’m not ready

to wear that box

is the calm reply of sky

.

.

.

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Fleeting moments of memories made

candles lit

smiles golden.

.

Love always bounces light

back to the source.

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