Views across the bay
and to Long Island. Endless
blue skies and soft breeze.
by Scooj
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Tag: poem
Evocative
And when the rains came
the petrichor enveloped
me with nostalgia.
by Scooj
Ophelia’s edge
Ophelia’s edge
brings premature Autumn dusk;
heavy yellow skies.
by Scooj
Thinking ahead
.
Garlic bulbs purchased
ready to plant tomorrow;
thinking of summer.
.
by Scooj
Ophelia enters
October records
due to be broken as the
warm weather moves in.
by Scooj.
Smile
Smile of a stranger
distracts me from the humdrum;
recalibration.
by Scooj
Futile
To hope against hope
is an unhappy pursuit
which will end in tears.
by Scooj
