“Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these
Of mid September; through the still warm noon
The rivulets ripple forth a gladder tune
Than ever in the summer; from the trees
Dusk-green, and murmuring inward melodies,
No leaf drops yet; only our evenings swoon
In pallid skies more suddenly, and the moon
Finds motionless white mists out on the leas.”
– Edward Dowden, In September (excerpt)
Maverick Mist 
I love that first photo! 🙂 I want to jump into it!! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Trini. It’d be a little cool this morning for a swim but being where you’re from it might not seem too cold. 🙂
LikeLike
I would just sit there by the water quitely dreaming 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I can imagine that. 🙂
LikeLike
🙂
LikeLike