Winter tones turn husk brown and pale straw from vivid green deep shades that paint landscapes of hills, vales running creeks- woody patches and lush scrub country to withering wasteground appearing barren and sparse as summer whispers first words and waves away and old season gone.
Birds' calls are long and young are growing free above the tree.... filling gaps with sound and song within the laboured nest.
Summer comes and hope is all the best that future days shall rest in love and peace that's handed on from sun to sun. Each day and evening star.... shall guide us year by year and far.... beyond the earth its solar realm and crystal sphere.
Last Edit: Oct 22, 2023 13:55:08 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers