Wispy calligraphy draws me into
The wintered blue that eyes and so lightly
Veils her shoulders in fine–twigged taupe lace
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One could quote Petrarca, so in a manner of speaking, every thing is fine in this poem of ambience, neither too melancholy, as well as one see the clouds moved by the wind at montain and enjoy them.
I don't know quite how you manage to write so delicately and gently about the same scenes I see, and convey the beauty so well, but I must admit, I am green with envy of your talent! Maybe it is your location? Scarlett