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over there
a breeze
a gentle drum
a line of trees
are calling where we danced entwined forever
counting stars between the leaves
where dew on strings
breathes now the music
pale pearls of mist beneath our feet
forever softly whispering
sweet empties to the beat
Gill McGrath© today
admiring the view by window with my muse early morning april end
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Roses have thorns and silver fountains mud,
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
[lines 2,3&4 from sonnet 35 by William Shakespeare]
Gill McGrath©
April 23 2016
****** Press closer**** and closer ***** the pictures****
find the bird as he sings
finding the gold
as he sits on the strings
Gill McGrath© today
[The bird sat there head bowed for ten minutes!]
Gold dew in the yellow~
Have a lovely weekend!
G for gold
Alphabet
…..into a purse filled with gold!
…..found under the hedge today!
Gill McGrath© October 14 garden. diary. Press pics to see detail …..both photos are in high resolution
[Behind the orange berries( of pale purple iris) are the duller beige seed heads of the bright yellow pond edge iris. The red leaves are from the Virginia Creeper]
Gill McGrath 