Monday, 7 May 2012

AUTUMN MORN:



The dark purple morn embraced the Moon pregnant with promise & wisdom.   I walked besides the seashore listening to the gentle waves lapping ancient stones while serenading the plaintive call of wistful terns paying homage to the day. Father Sun kissed distant horizon inflaming the sky with his passion of scarlet and purple, an orchestra of hues upon the day´s palette. We held hands in a silence only broken by the fallen Autumn chestnut leaves under our feet, the breeze just a whisper on our faces, & I felt blessed.

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