Tuesday 05 January, 2016 by Uncle Spike
The warmth of summer long departed
Exchanged in kind for winter rains
I ask myself, “Where are my hills?
For they are veiled by swirling mists.
Category: Daily Life
| Tags: mist, mountains, photography, poetry, POSTADAY, prose, rain, turkey, verse, weather
You have gone poetic! Nice! ..
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Poetry in the sky!
Not only great images but a great poet as well!
One can try… never used to make any sense to me, but I guess age helps, lol
One of the bonuses of aging! I love poetry, used to write a lot when I was younger especially while traveling…have taken it up again recently..😊
I love this image. Janet. 🙂
2nd one is my fave.
You’ve gone all poetic!
Oh crap… must be ageing more than I reckoned 🙂
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