Summers were made for this —
the trees a fringe of shadows
in a deepening amethyst sky,
an oaky crispness on the tongue
and a cicada canzonet to catch
the scent of secret longings,
the rush of unlatched words
while our laughter floats,
a raft of stars, across the
broken world.
The Traveling Light 
just beautiful!
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Thanks so much, Mo! You know I always love what and how you see.
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Love, love love!! And SO love our summer porch swinging!!
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They are the moments of golden summer memories – and poetic inspiration! 😊❤️
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a perfect summer poem
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Thank you, beautiful friend!
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