The light was thinner today, unplagued by summer arrogance.
The aging, iron-grey sky cooperates fully with the falling day,
pouring out one particle at a time onto the browning green.
I watched it pool in elegance, gathering
in the playful dance of moths and paupers.
Lower down, close to the roots of things,
my feet can touch the back of this place, falling simply
as eyes preparing for a blanched horizon are caressed
by the autumnal bounty of God’s spare time.
Reblogged this on innerwoven and commented:
Forgot that I’ve been posting these to this blog.
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Really love this one, Rob. The imagery of the browning green and the autumnal beauty of God’s spare time. Lovely.
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Why, thank you, Mrs. Richmond. Very kind of you and I’m glad it spoke.
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could’t agree more, Sue
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So restful…
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Why thank you, ma’am!
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Your configuration of words sparks my imagination………..Thank you!🍁
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Thanks, Rebecca. That means a lot.
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Still love this. Maywe use it in next inkspot?
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Wouldja!? Thanks!
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What a wordsmith, aye Rebecca! A true Bard of epic proportions…
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You’re too kind, sir!
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