The Tapestry of Time
The seasons are a tapestry of changing hues woven by the precious threads of time...
The Wings of Clouds
In this intense blue on winter’s day
With the shore below
The sunlight on the snow
Bold and sparkling-
I think of the wind on a fall day,
The clouds like wings swoop in low...
Brisk and bright the autumn light plays
On the ocean waves,
And the leaves blow
In a red and yellow flurry.
That amazing array of color
Spills down the banks
Unto granite-gray rocks.
Seasons and memories
The rhythm of years intertwined,
Blending hues, the tapestry of time…
A mere whisper in the winter wind.
Photo Credits: Copyright (c) 2011, Mike Powers
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