to the small poem and the quiet voice within
September 6, 2011 at 4:20 pm
Don’t hurry the season!
September 7, 2011 at 12:24 pm
I watch as leaves turn color, and I watch as they fall, and there is npothing we can do about either, except sigh and move on. Phil
September 7, 2011 at 6:19 pm
While I dread the “wind in the pines that too soon scatters the crimson,” TODAY I relished the cool breeze, blue sky and puffy clouds as I sat on my front stoop after my morning walk. The beauty of the present moment gives me peace and hope.
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