Sunday, November 17, 2013

~ rose-gold shafts of light {violet-toned, anew}


Autumn here is a crimson aura of hallowed leaves, scarlet lined pumpkin branches effused with lemon & terracotta shimmers, breezes that rustle & whispering leaves that filter along the skyline, floating, floating.. . tender, thought-filled, Grand.. .
two quotes I remember here, & can understand more fully, vibrantly, "Why are there trees I never walk under, but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?" Walt Whitman,

& " Delicious Autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive Autumns." - George Eliot
Dream on, for hope, {Shining!} is the breath of tomorrow's effectual loveliness!

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