In a cool morning breath
The sun rises in copper light
Ablaze with anticipation
Flashes his glory on rooftops,
Spills it on the mountain
Changing the colors of trees and shrubs
That conceal and shelter her soul.
Incessant cries of mourning doves
Echo and bounce down slopes
Follow streams and gutters
To blend in far away silence
Oleanders quiver like lips
On the verge of tears
The mountain feels the fiery light
Summer sun is leaving
Her red scars bleed anew.
unbuttoned or undone 
My favorite line: Oleanders quiver like lips. A grand line, that one.
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Thank you Michael for stopping in and taking the time to leave a comment. I appreciate it.
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I agree with Michael. “Oleanders quiver like lips On the verge of tears” But I looked oleander up and found that it is, according to Wikipedia, “toxic in all its parts.” Hm?
rjb
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Thak you Jim and yes it is toxic but the blossoms have a lovely sweet fragrance that is absolutely enchanting… almost in-toxic-ating 😉
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what a lovely photo!
How have you been my good friend?
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You may like the site I found that supplied the photo. I have been a bit busy and disorganized as ever, but I am doing fairly well in “whirlwinds of WTF” to quote our friend The ModernIdiot. 😉 Thank you for asking Noel.
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Glad to hear you have been fairly well. At least I know my dreamer friend will find her way in the disorganization
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Encore réjouissant!
Mais superbe, comme toujours.
Une vie dans un poème.
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Un de ces jours je vais te surprendre et ecrire quelque chose de rigolo et alors tu en tomberas sur ton bottom. 🙂
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Captured beautifully. It is becoming weaker and more creamy here, Autumn stealing its fire and turning the leaves.
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Thank you. Here the leaves aren’t turning yet, but the plane trees are shedding theirs already…
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