Landscape turns golden brown orange, yellow, red-magenta hue as autumn runs and wends its way like wind and fire to work and play.
Seasons walk and stride with pride in rhythmic clap then spin and lull and overlap as boundaries shift then drift and change reverting back to cycles gone.... then moving on with forces from the sun- emerging patterns breaking down the pride we try to hide and long to ride upon the airborne wing.... like a bird and sing.
Strolling down the garden path a distant scene is clear sunset red-magenta passing through in clouds of hue- then bright an evening star is high above the haze- autumn is ablaze on southern land reminding me of gold and golden sand.
The gold of temples lost but etched in mind as mysteries from the gods.... a fleeting dream a flowing stream not left behind.
Last Edit: Aug 3, 2023 13:54:36 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