August comes gathering summer to herself;

hurrying the harvest on in a flurry of bees and petals.

Willing the seed and fruit to ripen

while we sleep-walk in the garden, waiting summers late arrival…

Listen.

Can you hear the flowers speaking in quiet conversation?

Feel the earth’s caress in the darkling garden,

as the light slips away and moon light twinkles?

Breathe, feel, see, hear, taste, feel,

be…

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Life’s been a little hectic recently, time just to be  in the garden again

Thanks for stopping by today 🙂

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