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All words and art contained here within this blog are the sole property of tgwithin (c) copyright 2013. Most are my own. But I love to share, just ask me.

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SEPTEMBER 13, 2011 10:18AM

Night calls

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night calls

Night calls

And sun light fades

                                   shelter

Crawl off do I

For evening shade

The kids have gone  My Family gone

                                                                                       To spread their seed 

                                             Snack


An evening snack

Is all I need.

reflections   Reflections on

                                                                                        This  summer day 

                                              Ageing

Have left my skin

Aging away.

cool seat  So down the path

                                                                                       Into the night

                                            pods

I'll rest until

My timely flight.

 

                                              copyright (C) 2011 tgwithin

 

 

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So much to do so little time
My body opposed
to meet my mind!
Beautiful, tg.
Love that heron shot, especially.
And your comment poem!
Heron forth I'll do my best to stay alive!

Great poem/pictures!
Gaia speaks.
"For evening shade...", love it.
Really cool photos (I especially like the inverted "Reflections").
R
This touched me deeply. So relatable. Bittersweet. You describe aging gracefully so well. Wonderful photos!
Thanks ya'll. The poem fell into place as I was working with my shots. All taken this past week end. The beautiful pumpkin flower lasts only a day then starts to whither...hence my idea. (And some days my face seems to do the same too.) I like to name the pieces, then what do you know, voila! Night Calls.
Lovely! I can identify with how you feel...
Nice photos and sentiments tg...
Summer's at an end, my friend. So begins the long, long night.
rate
Ah yes she does Ash and I listen often.
A photo/poem poem of great beauty and delight.
If it weren't the middle of the day
I would say good night!
rated with love