Skirting the emerald lake is a scraggly trail that leads to our spot. The crisp autumn air tugs at my thin leggings and at the coils of memory tucked under the sumptuous blanket of yesterday. Twilight is fast filling empty spaces between my eyes as I unravel the strings of soul crafted messages, souvenirs from our past, pages yellowed like the gold entwined on the emrald lake for just that precious moment as sunset and moonrise hug on the lake… a Renaissance painting commemorating our Coup de Foudre.

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moon of melded gold

trails close behind sweet sunset

imbuing her blush

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Mindfills by s.s. for

Frank Tassone’s Haikai challenge #158 – meigetsu ( harvest moon)

d’Verse Haibun Monday, also hosted by Frank Tassone

MindLoveMisery’s wordle Meld Coil Tuck Sumptuous Gold Empty Crisp Renaissance Souvenir Thumb Leggings Coup de Foudre- “love at first sight”