Thanks to GreenMackensie for this magical poem with froth and aching. I always find magic in her photographs and words. Hope you do, too!
Springs rich froth of soft beauty
Falls each day aching
Swirling fleeting beauty past
Into strong green growth.
I like the idea of looking at the angle of the photograph and seeing petticoats. 🙂
Yes, I liked it, too. Such fun!
so pretty –
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