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@capecodfairytales.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 8:35 PM

#Poetry #Painting #LateAfternoon

Golden Elder Tree

Wild and free.
You are a queen among fruiting trees.
Sacred to the Celts.
There is no taming you.

- Deborah O'Brien

🎨 Andrew Gifford

@kxswanson.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 4:03 PM

#ECK #Photography #Stunday #BlueskyArtShow #artchallenges
#golden #BlueSkyPhotography
#PhotographersofBlueSky
#PhotographersUnited #lateafternoon #sun on #dried #cornstalks #NewEngland #autumn

@capecodfairytales.bsky.socialSep 19, 2026, 9:44 PM

#Poetry #Painting #LateAfternoon

With its rude walls of stone and its
moss-covered roof
And though far from it now, I can see it at will
The old spring-house at the foot of the hill!

- George W. Doneghy

🎨 NC Wyeth

@capecodfairytales.bsky.socialSep 19, 2026, 9:34 PM

#Poetry #Painting #LateAfternoon

I saw the horses:
With draped manes and tilted hind-hooves,
Making no sound.
I passed: not one snorted or jerked its head.
Grey silent fragments

Of a grey silent world

- Ted Hughes

🎨 Joseph Alleman

@capecodfairytales.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 9:33 PM

#Poetry #Painting #LateAfternoon

The birds have flown their summer skies
to the south,
And the flower-money is drying
in the banks of bent grass
Which the bumble bee has abandoned.

- Stanley Kuntz

🎨 Bruce Langton

@capecodfairytales.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 8:25 PM

#Poetry #Painting #LateAfternoon

I will bring you, my kine,
Where there’s grass to the knee;
But you’ll think of scant cropping
Harsh with salt of the sea.

- Padraig Collun

🎨 Donald Curran

@capecodfairytales.bsky.socialSep 17, 2026, 10:51 PM

#Poetry #Painting #LateAfternoon

During the day I lived my life in clover
watching out for the halo.
I swore on the day the good shepherd
catches hold,
trying to wrestle me to the ground
and bind my feet,
I will buck like a ram and bite like a wolf,

- Stanley Moss

🎨 Jamie Heiden

@capecodfairytales.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 9:32 PM

#Poetry #Painting #LateAfternoon

Its window lights are warming cool resolve.
I think and know that we are almost home.

- Sandra Fowler

🎨 Craig Everett

@capecodfairytales.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 9:26 PM

#Poetry #Painting #LateAfternoon

Proud men of Belfast built her
Rivets driven blow by blow
Built with inner savage pride
Workers today seldom know…

- Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

🎨 George Callaghan

@capecodfairytales.bsky.socialSep 15, 2026, 8:20 PM

#Poetry #Painting #LateAfternoon

As the orchestra of sounds
Fills my heart once more
As the conductor of nature
Creates its own score

- Sue Ellson

🎨 Kevin Kia

@kxswanson.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 9:47 PM

#ECK #BlueSkyPhotography
#PhotographersofBlueSky
#action #BlueSkyMonday #Alphabetchallenge
#WeekKforKN #kneeling playing #Volleyball (my sport, but my son in photo) under a gorgeous #lateafternoon #blue #sky #HamptonBeach #NH

@capecodfairytales.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 8:39 PM

#Poetry #Painting #LateAfternoon

the sun edges the blue
between cuffed waves
& unrepentant shore.

- Adrian Matejka

🎨 William Scott

@capecodfairytales.bsky.socialSep 9, 2026, 9:27 PM

#Poetry #Painting #LateAfternoon

Late in the afternoon,
when even the short sage casts a shadow,
there is time to pause and reconstruct the day. Time isn't sped up; it's slowed ...

- Steamboat Rodeo

🎨 Glenn Dean.

@capecodfairytales.bsky.socialSep 7, 2026, 7:37 PM

#Poetry #Painting #LateAfternoon

Dancing trees, dancing trees,
raise your arms and rejoice,
Let the world see your dance,
let them hear your inner voice.

- Rik Bertrand

🎨 Lars Van De Goor

@capecodfairytales.bsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 8:24 PM

#Poetry #Painting #LateAfternoon

Living a colored delicate but peaceful life
Ah living in an ethereal world isn’t it so beautiful?

- Debra Masky

🎨 David Grossman

@capecodfairytales.bsky.socialSep 5, 2026, 7:55 PM

#Poetry #Painting #LateAfternoon

The lovely things
that I have watched unthinking,
Unknowing, day by day,
That their soft dyes have steeped my soul
in colour
That will not pass away -

- Dorothea Mackellar

🎨 John Bate