straight—not as a harbinger
of something harder.
scrubbed clean of meaning—or innocent
of the cold thing coldly meant.
only, but for one who sees
summer as an absolute,
to which one cannot raise a doubt,
as soon as one leaf’s off the tree
no day following can fall free
of the drift of melancholy.
The Yoga Cowgirl 
A perfect pairing of words and images.
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Thank you. I just found the poem. I thought is was perfect because it matched my feelings.
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Gorgeous photography!
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Thank you!
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These photos are beautiful. It reminds me of Ohio, where I grew up.
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Thanks. THIS is why I moved closer to the farm.
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Beautiful photos. They fit the poem very well.
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Thanks! As one who loves September but hate that it signals the send of summer, I liked this poem.
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Gorgeous!! 💖
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Thank you
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of course❣️
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