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.......
2 comments:
Beautiful ode to the moon and fantastic pictures.
Trudi...! I'm so glad to see you here!! Sorry I got a little behind in replying. A bad cold is keeping me from being active...visiting/commenting on blogs. Thank you for your kind words.
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