[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.


Song


Tho' veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath,
Love is a sword that cuts its sheath,
And thro' the clefts, itself has made,
We spy the flashes of the Blade !
But thro' the clefts, itself has made,
We likewise see Love's flashing blade,
By rust consumed or snapt in twain:
And only Hilt and Stump remain.


By: Samuel Taylor Coleridge

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good morning you all....raining, sleeting, slushing, and even light snow in places....

Thank goodness it's Friday. Hava a happy one.

[MEG33]

Single Pomegranate..Huntington Gardens
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~Happy TGIF Everyone~

[Lady Jag]

Champagne Days of Autumn

The champagne days of autumn Bubble up in golden swirls Cold and crisp, teasing the palate With pleasing memories Of romping in piles of burnished leaves And watching the maple tree send Red memos down to earth. The smoky smells of autumn Etch my autumn memories. Nights like splashes of cold water, Moonbeams gold-plating the treetops, Frost-coated pumpkins waiting in the field For purpose in their life Leave anticipation over what happens next. I drink in cold air. It tastes like a good whiskey And sears my lungs. I turn my face toward stars Scattered like leaves across the sky And offer a prayer of thanksgiving For autumn. Raynette Eitel