Saturday, September 5, 2009
September Moon
Clouds may come, but clouds must go,
And they all have a silver lining.
For behind each cloud, you know,
the sun, or moon, is shining.
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I love....
- Dew on the bamboo, yellow flowers and orange sunsets, the sound of rain...the whistle of the wind, the rush of flowing water, the smell of woodsmoke, the crackle of a wood fire,the moon in all its phases.......