Summer days have long since paled,
Autumn songs are sounding.
The sea, the woods, the hills, the trees
All awaiting the season’s twilight.
Birds journeying far on the horizon,
Only Evergreens are left shining.
Grief, like the bee’s transparent wings
Sheds its cloaking with the sun’s
Goodbying.
The world leaves traces
In me:
The silhouette of a bird
Touching my blue-black reflection;
A winged cross, a ghost adrift
Towards the ochre light
Shouldering
Heaven’s border.
On the road after an autumn storm…
From my garden after a rain storm…
After a ferocious storm…
Art is everywhere. Also on your patio. I found this beautiful mosaic made by a torrential autumn storm on my patio. 😊
