In the magic hours the forest glows
as trees catch the sun and release their dreams.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
In the magic hours the forest glows
as trees catch the sun and release their dreams.
Beautiful as always.
This took me immediately to that magical moment – just lovely! Kathleen
Again — perfect.
awe, so beautiful –
I just love this poem
and it’s perfect image
thank you dear Catherine
❤️❤️