Thursday, October 4, 2012

Signs Of Autumn...

Leaves fall around me as the wind touches my face with gentle fingers I can't see.

The morning sun is slow and easy and care-free, a blessing in the bath of distant bustle sounds.

The world goes spinning, and for all it's contortions I am free in this moment.

Who cares where the sun goes at night, so long as it rises for days like this?


By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10-04-2012