color and light slowly recede
part of the insistent
if distant pull of winter
Ebb Tide In The Meadow
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
color and light slowly recede
part of the insistent
if distant pull of winter
i love meadows –
me too 😊
Ah, yes, the insistent pull of winter. I’d like to pretend it doesn’t exist but..
🍃💚🧡🤗
😊