summer left
her pink and yellow footprints
on the ripening meadow
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
summer left
her pink and yellow footprints
on the ripening meadow
Sweet layers. How great to have a meadow!
Pretty.
And she became
a part of the greens.
The trees remember her still.
please give your thoughts on this extra bit!
Lovely!
Would you mind if I use the amalgamation of your words and mine as a post?
Yes you may!
A lovely tapestry!
I love a meadow
Here i see & read not only about the summer’s end but a lot about peace! Thank you
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