"let the beauty we love be what we do" rumi
Thinking ' little stars of now' I suppose makes it falling a little more bearable Steven. Good photo of it, too.
thanks weaver - i took the photo through my classroom window yesterday afternoon! steven
So delicate; soft beauty; perfect words.This poem filled me with delight in the rise and fall of its cadence.Thank you, as always!
thaks aguja!!! it's the time of year when i miss the sun and light and warmth and all of the small pieces of comfort that disappear when it gets cold and the snow flies!!!! steven
Beautiful, dear friend.
You just my soul soaring back to the mountains.
I agree with Aguja, you fill us with delight Sir S. Am in Asia, no snow ever touches these parts of Sing and Malaysia, but the way heat sparkles on palm trees delight me all the same :)
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Thinking ' little stars of now' I suppose makes it falling a little more bearable Steven. Good photo of it, too.
ReplyDeletethanks weaver - i took the photo through my classroom window yesterday afternoon! steven
ReplyDeleteSo delicate; soft beauty; perfect words.
ReplyDeleteThis poem filled me with delight in the rise and fall of its cadence.
Thank you, as always!
thaks aguja!!! it's the time of year when i miss the sun and light and warmth and all of the small pieces of comfort that disappear when it gets cold and the snow flies!!!! steven
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, dear friend.
ReplyDeleteYou just my soul soaring back to the mountains.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Aguja, you fill us with delight Sir S.
ReplyDeleteAm in Asia, no snow ever touches these parts of Sing and Malaysia, but the way heat sparkles on palm trees delight me all the same :)