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Edge of Summer's Crease
Sunshine drops a morning wink
A soft warm breeze I sit and think
Across the lake the mallards wait
In southern skies a journeys date
The oaks are hung in painted gold
Where pretty words of praise are told
Sounds of life along nature's path
Wonders filled her righteous bath
With guide of visions beauty blessed
Through eyes of blue my soul's caressed
I stroll near edges of summers crease
The bluebirds sing and I'm at peace
A soft warm breeze I sit and think
Across the lake the mallards wait
In southern skies a journeys date
The oaks are hung in painted gold
Where pretty words of praise are told
Sounds of life along nature's path
Wonders filled her righteous bath
With guide of visions beauty blessed
Through eyes of blue my soul's caressed
I stroll near edges of summers crease
The bluebirds sing and I'm at peace
Published 16th Apr 2017
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Anonymous
16th Apr 2017 2:41pm
I love that feeling...the slightest shift in season and you can smell it in the air and feel it on your flesh. You take us to beautiful places once again.
16th Apr 2017 3:20pm
I went out early this morning and could smell the fresh scent of last night's rain and the only sounds were the happy bluebirds 💛
16th Apr 2017 3:40pm
A beautiful portrait indeed drawn beautifully by a poet with a gift! loved it every letter Tim! thanks for the lovely read!!
18th Apr 2017 00:33am
18th Apr 2017 7:17pm
Beautiful ... you write with so much feeling and emotion ... and you paint the moment ...
