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


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.......

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