I had a perfect dream where swallows fly high in a clear blue sky,
crickets sing in the long dry grass
and scents of pine invade the senses.
Summer heat sizzles bright,
dissolving into a cool perfect night.
Under a crescent moon,
blow out your candle,
close your eyes,
ahh, the very sweetest!!! and colors too...and sense filled poem! thanks, for your note on my blog!!!
keep up this wonderful personality filled painting!
Kat, I so love to read your words. I especially love the line, "blow out your candle" because it can have more than one meaning. I'll have to remember this late at night because I tend to keep my candle burning longer than it should.
I understand your comment on my blog too well. I don't live near my family, and haven't for many years now. I miss (some of lol) them very much.
I hope the summer doesn't pass you by too quickly. Time does go so fast, doesn't it? It's almost August, and it's a mere 2 1/2 weeks before schools open again here, I believe.
I can visualise and smell it too!
cut and dried
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