Bleak winter days pass like birds departing to distant land where the sun smiles in season and gods temper the chariot riding through bright sky, haze and gathering cloud.
Green hills roll on like oceans unfolding then changing submerging to depth and passing time- rising as morning comes a thousand years and ages gone.
Lifting darkness draws veil asunder as light intones the first note and guardian's call.
Last Edit: Apr 15, 2019 20:40:58 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