There is endless inspiration from the flowers in my gardenand I hate to say good bye as the season changes.
The daisy follows soft the sun,
And when his golden walk is done. Sits shyly at his feet.
He, waking, finds the flower near...
We are the flower, Thou the sun! Forgive us, if as days decline...
Emily Dickinson
2 comments:
Thanks for your bright images and thoughts.
Thanks Max so much. Hope you're well!
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