a brisk october morning
woodsmoke fills the air
land of sky-blue waters
the docks are put away
there’s no one fishing
the resort is deserted–
it’s all mine now
photo by me
sunday thoughts 10/8/23
a brisk october morning
woodsmoke fills the air
land of sky-blue waters
the docks are put away
there’s no one fishing
the resort is deserted–
it’s all mine now
photo by me
michaeljordahl 
Good morning to you too, always a pleasure to read your verses!
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Thank you very much!!
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At long last!
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