sweet petals on trees
lit up by the mild breath of the sun
it’s reaching for summer
thinking cherry ~
without any stone
awakening in winter’s lullaby
sparkling bright on the blue
Gill McGrath© out there today. January 30. [slow down!]
so Vibrant
found in faerie land before the night misted in ~ against the pink
Gill McGrath© it’s November! 5pm
The only glimpse of the sun this morning blinked on the side of a solitary van trundling along the top road. A lonely pigeon sat on the kissing lines looking lost and ready to fly…… and then I saw it…. one wet feather ~ covered fresh in dew
Gill McGrath© October 20th . true story.[50 words]
something
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