season in she

the leaves were on fire

drunk from a bokeh sun

curving to the harvest moon

longing to come undone

 

in quiet repose each did

let down their hair and run

with no want of looking back

with fascination having won

-image taken by me of freshly cut tiger lilies gifted to me. for more of my flora photography you can visit my gallery here

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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