summer zephyrs
ripple through wheat fields
as warm as fresh-baked bread;
they dance in the meadows
spinning up a sweet bouquet;
they gust across the beaches
pausing only to put on some
tanning lotions and oils;
they foreshadow the rain
with an earthen dankness
not unlike nightcrawlers
all over the sidewalks
–selfie
michaeljordahl 
Beautiful sweet imagery! I liked your selfie too! 🌟
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Thank you Susan, summer is almost upon us🤗
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I like the freshness of the images here 🙂
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thank you, John!!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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they pass through poets and painters, photographers, musicians to create through their arts such magical wonders that stir minds and hearts… Your photo is delightful and your poetry is an inspiration as ever 💕✨
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You’re right, so many to name!
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