September Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I wanted a good place in the foothills
To have a drink as the sun goes down.
Light breezes move silver-green olive leaves —
I watch swirling clouds circle the sun.
How did I make it here?
My heart just pushed me here.
If your heart was like mine
You’d put down the book and be here.
— kenne
Beautiful!
Lovely!
I love the abstract in this, Kenne.