I penned this too late for De’s Quadrille prompt last week, so here it is for OLN using the word WINK. Sorry I’ve been absent so long. My husband was away for seven weeks to oversee work in Palm Desert and left his huge garden responsibilities to me! Not to mention our spoiled dogs.
I am a periwinkle sky in May,
obsidian roiling sea when winter
winks at weakening boundaries.
And when summer evening
breezes kiss the dusk, there you will
find me waiting ‘neath the
sheltering green of maples.
Watch carefully and you will see.
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