Crickets blare their trumpets
As she slips onto the shadowed runway
Spotlights of peony clouds billow about her
And she is lost within the softness
Never seen, never heard
But know she is there
Lilies Of The Toad
Fueling The Fire
peony clouds – what a visual. You paint pictures with your words!
I think peonies are lovely flowers much like those clouds!
~sigh~feeling more and more relaxed as I look at your images….
Awe, thank you…gorgeous sun rise this morn…actually didn’t witness the sun itself but the colors in the clouds and was a sight to behold.
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