Spanish moss dripping with memory,
and of a stillness so profound it
could swallow a lifetime.
Moonbeams whispering of yesterday’s
and tomorrows never touched.
A scent that clung to your clothes
and your skin, following you home
long after you’d left the water.
Shimmering droplets, bearing
the weight…the beauty…of all
that was.








shimmering perfection lovely Willow and dearest Adagio 💕
We thank you, Brenda.
Thank you for inviting me on this journey 😊
My pleasure.