September roses yawn after August heat and pale flowers wilt with light sifted through silver clouds.
Bright as salvation in the early fall. Cool as a quiet twilight gloaming and silent between the words where poetry is spoken.
There the quality is grace of experience and given. As ever be well, Stephen Craig Rowe
4 comments:
Very nice words Stephen.
Sometimes I think about you my friend and wonder how you are,
unable to decipher the spaces between..(((HUG)))
Stephen your words pulled me into your photo. Got very lost in both. One does feel a silence in it all. Very quiet here. Have a serene week. Hugs Carrie
So beautiful. Your image is so soft and lovely and your words are always brilliant.
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