All this. Sappho stepping lightly though her rose-shadowed groove of apple and myrtle trees. A light breeze and someone plucking the lyre just beyond vision…
Wow! So much richness explored here. For me, the sound of poetry would be the soft crackle of candlelight and the gentle scratch of pencil across an empty page ✨
Beautiful words here - I love especially the one of the animals walking in our public spaces after lockdown.
It is lovely to think about.
All this. Sappho stepping lightly though her rose-shadowed groove of apple and myrtle trees. A light breeze and someone plucking the lyre just beyond vision…
Bernadette, these are so rich. Thanks for gifting me these that span time 🌲 🌹
Actually I am sick and in bed and I may have time travelled😄 It was fun. I loved your question❤️
I hope you feel better soon 💐 Until then, at least enjoy the time travel 😉
Yes, it sounds like all of those things.
Wow! So much richness explored here. For me, the sound of poetry would be the soft crackle of candlelight and the gentle scratch of pencil across an empty page ✨
Yes, I adore these. Thank you Trudi. I hadn’t thought of the crackle of candlelight and I adore it!
It's a really beautiful reflection and so emotive.
Thanks Julie, for the feedback. I really appreciate hearing how it was received.