The summer days coming will be bathed in the strength of the long light
Spring is the foundation for this light rolling in with powerful thunder storms, pulsing
Flirting with our human perceptions of change, grace, hope, wildness, verve
My dogs speak to me with panting, tongues hanging out from exertion in the heat
Last night we drove the jeep down to the pier overlooking the lake we have moved to
The spring wind made ripples on the surface, wind hurtling out of the west
We stood on the rail of the pier, leaning into its gusting heavy gale
The dogs barked and jumped up wanting to join us.
wkm
Oxford (The Lakes)
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