An arch to you and me.
See with untarnished imagination. Wonder awaits.
Dying opalescent sun diffuses delicate shadows.
Subtle scintillating laughter betrays impish trickery.
Dazzling lights invite. Trumpets. Streamers. Carnival.
Enter the gateway. Pixie Winter Wonderland.
This image is called Vine Arch.
If you’d like to join in get yourself over to BuddhaRocks at deviantArt, choose a picture from his collection and write about it, link to his site or back to Filling a Hole and have a smile!
Dave Farmer 
I love it. 🙂
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awesome Dave. This, from the man who says “I can’t write poetry”. right! You have an enchanting imagination.
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Thanks Joss! Is this really poetry though? I’ve recently read some stunning poems on Indigo’s blog and there’s no chance I can compete on that level. I simply have a fascination with the #sixwords thingy.
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Indigo’s poetry is beyond words GRAND. but little couplets like yours and lovely to read for sure.
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So maybe you will let me share some of your pictures in my Be With Beauty Posts. Am doing a snow and ice to honor the Winder Solstice and the return of the sun.
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You’re more than welcome. I should point out they’re not my photos, the credit goes to Buddha Rocks of course!
http://buddharocks.deviantart.com/gallery
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Takes me back to the wonder of childhood. Nice one, Dave!
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Sometimes it’s so refreshing to put yourself back in that frame of mind where the real world isn’t allowed.
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DAVE! awesome poem. love it. the words are almost prickly, prancey!
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Thanks! 😀 I’ve had pixies on my mind today, no idea why!
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back again. this makes me miss snow.
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I miss the snow! We had some yesterday but it was gone by the afternoon. Was like suddenly finding something you love then having it slip away. More snow now!
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