Yearning for summer…
Yearning for summer Makes me so very aware Of any green sprout.
Yearning for summer Makes me so very aware Of any green sprout.
Oh come, soothing Spring! Paint your green Shades all around, A touch at a time Slowly covering up Winter’s dead bodies… We want you, We need you To believe again In the miracle Of Summer.
Yellow… The sunshine of My life. The warmth of Summer’s last Breath. Just enough To make me hang On, Until spring Springs back Again. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on a yellow flower caught at Montréal’s Biodôme.
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate… So…… Continue reading Cicada song… (August 7th FFF)
Flower disco! Who said plants didn’t know how to have fun?? If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Flowers lit by purple neon light, after nightfall.
Today is La St-Jean (sorry, I am not translating this), Québec’s national holiday. It is also Sankt Hans in Denmark, a major holiday celebrating summer solstice, longest day of the year, and shortest night. Is there better reason to pop open a bottle of fine local sparkling wine? Hoping my Skål traveled all the way…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Those are amazing eyes, Gorgeous! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on a potato that grew eyes.
He loves me… He loves me not… The pessimist Will never know… The optimist Will forever hope… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on small daisy-looking flowers with countless petals.
Silent painter, Color poet Brushing pinks on blues Perfect duets… With the last Wild birds’ song As a background, Your touch So gentle, yet Your pick of shades So strong. I stand in awe, Quiet admirer Of your ephemeral masterpiece, Oh silent painter… If you want to know what…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Summer In the palm Of my hand… Sweet on my Tongue and Running along My chin, Warm sunlight For the tummy… Happiness Dressed in red! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up some of the first local strawberries…