Invitation To Read “Merry Autumn” by P. L. Dunbar
A merry poem about autumn by Paul Laurence Dunbar. Please enjoy.
A merry poem about autumn by Paul Laurence Dunbar. Please enjoy.
...the dragonflies, the damselfly nymphs, I watch them. Praise the ecosystem that exists for me. Praise the Universe for allowing me to be part of this wonderful day. "This is a wonderful day, I have never seen this one before". ~ Maya Angelou
Are you inconvenienced by the Indian summer refusing to leave? The whole situation has Summer Faery pouting. She's waiting on the one lone warm day that's to report to duty: it's gone astray! This is a Public Announcement.
🍁🍁🍁 The Autumn Equinox (September 22 - October 7) Shubun 秋分 🍁🍁🍁 Hello, dear friends. Firstly, I wish to extend you an invitation that was extended tome by Colleen: ⏩ LISTEN to the 24 Japanese…
Little bell, Had you not beckoned to my senses To take this moment from the present This day would have passed me unawares And not been quite so transcendental...
Happy last Sunday in August, my friends. May the winds this week provide smooth sailing into the new month.
Huge congratulations to Kim Russell on the successful launch of All Grown Up Now. 🎉 Please click on the attached post to see details of the Zoom launch later today.…
It gives me great pleasure to introduce you to yet another author/poetry collection. This one will remain with you ever so gently even after you close the book. Enjoy the trailer at the end.
Hello friends, feel free to share the good news on your blog, social media, or any way you like to share good news. TYSVM, beforehand. I bless you. A hearty thanks to my Editor.
A friendly community of Writers helping Writers is the best feeling in the world for a Writer. Thank you so much. xoxo
...We are right on schedule. And even virtually, I'm loving this. Here's a lovely poem to add value to what I'm feeling today. Thanks for reading (even if my reel fell flat).
Phantasmal clouds wreathe the hills-- the sea, rough with foam breaking; seagulls encourage one another. From that dreamy mess she emerges: Poem of mine, you taste salty on my lips.…