When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Autumn

AhhhhhhhAhhhhuuutumn
Ahhh auuuuuauuutumn .(sung by a choir)

From the hymnal of the seasons ,
she comes forth . . . shining  . . .
Gilded golds and rubies.
Embracing us in her warm cape of comfort and peace.
Preparing us for slumber in the coming of the silent snow.


Lark

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