Evening steals in soft,
spreading emerald
quilt-corners at a
country picnic, patchwork
.
of grasses. Water trickles
slow, gossiping in wet
whispers of fire-flies and
wolf willows, long days
.
and scented nights. The
sun teases, kissing here,
nuzzling there, bleaching
foliage with each
.
encounter, painting
with dappled brush
a magnificent scene,
“Pastoral Summer’s Eve’.

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