the frail sun, the frosty lawn
the old tree and tire swing
wait for summer
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
the frail sun, the frosty lawn
the old tree and tire swing
wait for summer
(… and children’s laughs!)
Beautiful!
Perfect caption for the image 🙂 Very nostalgic indeed…
As Ever, You’ve hit the mark again 🙂 Wonderful poem and Beautiful Image! I used to be best friends with a Monkey Swing 🙂
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You’re still having frost in mid-May?
How beautiful! And a fitting poem too.
Nostalgic!
This brought back so many happy, old memories! Thanks 🙂
Beautiful
Old friends welcoming a new day ..
What a tree! I love the ‘frail sun’ …. Jane
This is beautiful. I can’t wait to look through more of your blog.
What a beautiful tree!!
Waiting, waiting! Love the title.
This image with writing has a strong presence. It makes me think of the freshness of childhood, the lasting power of innocence.
old days…
Very nice.
Perfectly lovely…
Simple image and beautifully crafted words. Love it! Sonia Jones Travel
Lovely picture
What a great tree!! Huge! Great!