Some seasons arrive softly—
in a lingering moon, distant birdsong, and memories that blush across the horizon.
And when the air turns cold, perhaps love simply asks us to move a little closer. 🍂🌙
day breaks late, faint crescent lingers, subtle sliver in morning sky
distant bird calls, blush of first love smears the horizon
comforting folds of autumn moon quilt, I snuggle closer to you
Linking with Tanka Tuesday
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.