On the rim
of sunset, evening
hues are darkening,
musky with the fading
scent of undergrowth.
Summer will soon be a forgotten
dream, her insects a distant echo.
Continue reading: Alone – writing in north norfolk
On the rim
of sunset, evening
hues are darkening,
musky with the fading
scent of undergrowth.
Summer will soon be a forgotten
dream, her insects a distant echo.
Continue reading: Alone – writing in north norfolk
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Great! I am always wondering about you, finding all these words. Really. 😉 Michael
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Kim is a wonderful poet 🙂
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