I still see
the rope swing, the wood pecker
your tender leaf buds and glorious colors of fall
Phantom Limb
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
I still see
the rope swing, the wood pecker
your tender leaf buds and glorious colors of fall
Such beautiful words.
thanks Beverly
Wonderful picture and poem! 💕
thanks so much Susan, a bit of wistfulness has caught up to me