Greydusk swallows colours:
blues already long gone,
and the most - dour green shades
sliding to greyscale.I risk first midges of the year,
here,
invisible now.Dandelions shrugged their yellows up
tightly as they can -
faint, tarnished blobs -
only apple blossom still blushes
wavering to hold place
on darkening boughs.But then, those delicate,
almost luminescent,
stippled clusters of white
in the thorn of the hedge?May is readying herself.
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Bare Shouldered
Poésie"The difference of high Sensations with and without knowledge appears to me this - in the latter case we are falling continually ten thousand fathoms deep and being blown up again without wings and with all [the] horror of a bare shouldered Creature...