The sun draws her fingers
Across the clipped lawn,
In a farewell caress.
The breeze tousles the trees,
A dragonfly holds tight.
dog behaviour, human behaviour, poetry
The sun draws her fingers
Across the clipped lawn,
In a farewell caress.
The breeze tousles the trees,
A dragonfly holds tight.
Short but sweet…
I simply love the phrase: the sun draws her fingers… in a farewell caress”
Such a beautiful picture ❤
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Thank you, Natalie. 🙂
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You’re welcome! ❤
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