Diffused in haze, pristinely breezed dances autumn amidst the blooms. A frore caress, its moonlight kiss beneath the cloak of a morning dew. Misted rainbow, painted frost- chilled whispers of a promised hope. Silvered winds through golden skies weave bouquet upon a kindled soul.
Today has brought with it a brand new day, along with its graying skies and chilled dew. As I sit here, the beginnings of a particular Shakespearean sonnet come to mind…
“That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang…”
Take care everyone.
Phoebe and Samantha
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