early autumn morning
down at the lake
sun kissed
rain tears
stillness and beauty
delicate
like a late born child
summer gone
and roses linger on
down at the lake
sun kissed
rain tears
stillness and beauty
delicate
like a late born child
summer gone
and roses linger on
petals for a potpourri of remembrance
the last roses of summer
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ReplyDeleteI can almost smell your roses above, Joan, and the book looks wonderful. I would be spending hours and hours studying it and have it up on a little easel to decorate my den. I admire the ways you have found to study art and art history. Fantastic!
ReplyDeleteI can smell them from here. I so look forward to my roses this summer. Thank you for this fine reminder. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteOh Joan, you are tugging at my heart strings today, with that music and the falling petals from the perfect roses.
ReplyDeleteLovely and lush! I, too, always save those last petals for potpourri.
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