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cold shovel hope
planting in october earth
the leaves of summer
i
rest
beneath
the
leaves
of summer
A LITTLE SOMETHIN'
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cold shovel hope
planting in october earth
the leaves of summer
i
rest
beneath
the
leaves
of summer
The Beautiful Due
Artful Words to Inspire Everyday Living
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 
and now i have it in my head :-)
Now I have Susan’s song in my head. It goes perfectly with your photo and haiku.
Nice photo. Short, to the point. Interesting, your word choices. And the possibilities in it, as one commenter said. :-) I think the Bible does the same thing sometimes. Maybe with not an either/or, but and/both kind of option.
i like getting your thoughts…thank you. Yes, i think that the words of the bible can be and/both as the Spirit wants us to understand at the time.
I love this picture Nance. We have fields like this here and the wind blowing through makes it looks like gentle waves. It is beautiful!
playful wind
“Here we are to bow down … here we are to worship”.
the grass is good at it…
The title and the image…
thanks, monica. i just love long bending grass. the length and arc reflects bodies bending and bowing.
Love the contrast in the image of the deep green against the wheat-color, as well as the movement you’ve captured.
The turning in and under of those leaves provides food for growth. . . all things return to the earth.
that grass photo is a combination of two shots, but one of the shots is more visible than the other. i just love the movement in the bending over.
Miss Davis,
You’ll have to forgive
(but don’t forget)
my techno
nitwit-edness.
I clicked the bottom
part
and found
definitions,
reasons,
prompts, etc.
and etceteras.
My bad.
Not sad. Though.
Just a little
off my
rocker.
actually, i’m glad you told me. i thought i had a link with that photo, and i hadn’t and won’t take the link. so i scrapped it. thanks.
Miss Davis, what is that “junie jazz” image about? I click it and get a larger image. Did you snap that photo? Cool beans for balloons.
(now I see your poem is a haiku, mine take, not so much)
Blessings.
So many options and so much invoked by your 11 words, miss Davis.
cold
shovel hope
planting in
october earth
the leaves of summer
oh yes…you made a whole new meaning in my mind just by changing the word breaks! i was thinking of planting a tree…but, now i see that meaning may not have made it through. and now it seems that the leaves are being turned into the soil…and there was no tree to be found at all.