Splendid! I loved this stanza, Joe!

The scent of changing tradewinds 
does coax one’s crux to glide
and alight in wild flowered fields 
ne’er to die 
tis time to celebrate the harvest fruit 
of yester autumn’s wine 
then nestle neath 
enraptured moonbeams that caress 
the sleepy-headed skies of summertime.
Come Stroll
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Joejohn Black
Nour Boustani
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Apr 2, 2024
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Splendid! I loved this stanza, Joe! It feels like a soulful embrace by nature, reminding us to cherish life's fleeting moments. 😊
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