Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly. ~Pablo Neruda
(Happy summer to you from the Bluff’s glowing wet light. May the season’s poetry be yours.)
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly. ~Pablo Neruda
(Happy summer to you from the Bluff’s glowing wet light. May the season’s poetry be yours.)
