wind talking with waves sweeping into dolomite cliffs, and they began to move as if they were not rooted to earth, but dancing with air and sky . . .
a photograph by Sonja Bingen
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Dancing as if they were not rooted to earth – I love the image of that. And it goes with the beautiful photo so well!
I’m smiling, Russ.
Thank you Betty
“You put your left foot in, you put your left foot out…”
Beautiful worded, fits the picture well.
Nature is so resourceful! Thanks for sharing. I have a poetry blog here on WordPress and today’s poem is about a hike in the Dolomites in case you have time to look? Wishing you a good afternoon, Sam 🙂