THESE MOMENTS.
Hemlock
Clouds the hedge banks.
Light
Is high, a heaviness
And a stillness.
Slow air
Collecting summer,
A weight of green.
Pillow clouds
This light rests upon:
Grey and silver.
Content
To remain a veil.
The dry earth,
Warm and pale.
Nodding roses,
Damask scented.
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simonhlilly 
Sounds heavenly. I could easily make that my “happy place” to go to….
Devon rhymes with heaven…..
Perfect. 🙂
Well, it’s certainly NOT dry here. But it is peaceful for the moment. OOOO the scent of roses…quite lovely.
Merci.
Well, we have had dry for a few weeks now (‘cept for the rain)…
absolutely an impressionistic painting in exact words!
Read ( red not reed) words always, I suppose, impressionistic. Inner, uncontrollable, subject to memory. Not an is like a painting, an inner is -a gift of consciousness from one to another. A bouquet. …
fabulous!
Thank you! Our summers are delicate watercolour thiings, compared with the brilliant bravura of other climates….
where do you live?