In the breath of a cool autumn sunset I wander past a heart warming memory. The scenery larger than remembered, the smell from the mixture of nature familiar. Cracked and splintered framework of whitewash held together by meager unraveling strands of wire screen. Remnants of stone steps rounded and cracked from the harsh change of numerous repetitive seasons. The shadows dark and overcome like a death long gone. Once a warm light cast from bulb and emotion. Minds high on youthful innocent prophecy and the warmth of eachothers breath. A patchwork of images. Realization pondered at the voyages traveled since the breath of a cool autumn sunset. R.A. Moore
Posted on: Wed, 18 Sep 2013 03:18:27 +0000