Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
Thursday, September 13, 2007
A Pinch of An Awakening
There is something melancholy about another season in passing, I feel as if I’m chasing time. The garden spoke without words as I looked at the changes taking effect. Cool, yet a full sun still cast rays upon the flowers final blooms. Stung by the prickly stem of the stinging nettle, I felt a pinch of awakening, like the first time you brought laughter into my life........ The hum of the Cicadas document the end of one season and the beginning of another.
you're full of sadness ? Don't forget the hearts 'sun, it's always shining ... there is no season for love !
ReplyDeleteI kiss you
phil
Distance creates barriers that the mind can overcome, but the heart cannot.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your positive note, for as long as the sun shines there is an opportunity to dance on clouds.
Kisses Back!
Rachel