#cento #summer #napowrimo
now i was young and easy under the apple boughs
on either side the river lie
blossoms and dewdrops at the bent sprays edge
open unto the fields, and to the sky
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
meet in her aspect and her eyes
loveliest of trees, the cherry now
by silver reeds in a silver stream
from troubles of the world, by water cool
and a thousand fragrant posies
a glimmering girl, with blossom in her hair
moving through the brightening air
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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