A day bewildered
Embracing summer’s passion
Beneath stormy skies
At my feet the heather blooms
The heavens answer my tears
There is a point on my journey when, at just the right time of year, there is a first glimpse of purple hope. From this distance, it is no more than a shadow bruising the green of the high moors, as if the earth has lain sleepless in anticipation of the birth of beauty.
I look, but with little hope. It is not yet that time of year…not quite. Another month before the land wears royal robes. And yet… already it begins. Tight-furled buds are her heralds. Here and there a louder note in the jewelled fanfare. Beauty does not magically appear; in constant evolution, it grows from the heart.
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That is beautiful!
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Thank you…it is a landscape I love.
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Aaaaah, lovely picture, lovely, promising words .
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Thanks, Rae.The heather will be in full bloom very soon 🙂
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Thanks, Michael 🙂
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Thanks, Colleen.
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