A soft fog in the early morning
and the city is nothing but a distant hum.
I could be living in some enchanted place.
The day comes soft in autumn light and falling leaves
and gentle birds
and the city is nothing but a distant hum.
I could be living in some enchanted place.
The day comes soft in autumn light and falling leaves
and gentle birds
and this enchanted place of mine
crazily has flowers of spring
as well as autumn hue.
No wonder a chair that could be
for some enchanted garden
appeared
in my dreamy doodle
idly sketched
at the peaceful close
of a very
mellow day.
Your post put me in a dreamy mood, too, Joan. There's something about mist - it transforms the ordinary into the extraordinary and sort of tucks us into ourselves.
ReplyDeleteSuch a dreamlike, peaceful post and beautiful pictures!
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