The clouds drift beneath the stars in diaphanous gowns
Frogs call to distant lovers
Chill walks through the garden
Summer’s grasp on our evenings is slipping.
The clouds drift beneath the stars in diaphanous gowns
Frogs call to distant lovers
Chill walks through the garden
Summer’s grasp on our evenings is slipping.
Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary.
fabulous words!
Thanks.
beautiful…whimsical
Thank you, VJ!
Very clever. Well illustrated of words and (emotional) imagery. 😉
Thanks, Dorna.
Another Fall is knocking at our doors.
Summer wasn’t long enough.
What a lovely poem!
Thank you! I appreciate you stopping by my blog today!