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Sunday, August 18, 2019

Whispers ~ 1




Long grasses rustle, 

honey coloured heads bent, as though in prayer.
daisy heads 
like sweet golden coins, 
whisper ‘autumn’s not long away’,
t’will pass quietly from 
the privilege of warm summer days into long and beautiful autumn.



“Give me juicy autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard,…”
Walt Whitman, “Give me the Splendid Silent Sun

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