a green day dream
the whispering of leaf buds
the laughter of leaves
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
a green day dream
the whispering of leaf buds
the laughter of leaves
I can hear their leaves clapping in the breeze. 👏
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I have too silently enjoyed viewing and reading your brief but powerful blog posts for years. Thank you for doing this.
Thank you for letting me know. It’s tremendously satisfying to know they are being received out in the world.
Wonders, they seem to cease, or change too fast, or we pass them by. So grateful that you see and save them!
Thanks you Albert
I do not know where you live or take these beautiful photographs, but many look like the mountains of North Carolina. They always make me yearn for the trails.
I am in the North East…NH/VT Yes, I hear the trails calling too.
One of Spring’s most beautiful tho’ fleeting moments