a return Visit
1 month ago
|There is truth in a tree, yet it's of a different kind, now. It's not the verity born of strength and affirmation, but the peaceful quiet of fulfillment and endings. |
The passing of summer is the passing of beauty; first the chicory is gone and now the goldenrod has faded. I feel winter rushing towards me in the painful blue of sky. The maples are busy making their own light; the long deep breath of Autumn has begun.