The early morning mist rose over the pond.
The mist of the past; mist of memories; of those who were here before.
When their canoes drifted silently over the waters; and their voices were raised in song.
Tag Archives: autumn
Pre-Dawn; Pre-Winter
Just before dawn, when the fingernail of a crescent moon shines brightly in the sky, I revel at the flamboyant maple in all its orange-red glory; but in the back of my mind I wonder, “Why haven’t all the leaves fallen down by now, like before?”
My Wylde Lyfe 