Summer’s end’s nigh

To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie—
True Poems flee—
Emily Dickinson

Golden days. I love this time of year.

I’m in Portland. It’s so pretty that if I didn’t live in the place in this photo I might be starting a whole series of daydreams about moving here.

6 Responses to “Summer’s end’s nigh”

  1. Saskia

    Love the sunlight illuminating the book! A divine read? We’re coming into Spring in Melbourne – looking forward to reading outside soon too.


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