Well another September – the wheel of nature rotates and high in the trees the wind sings its song of winter. As yet a soft whisper, but we feel the cool frosts promised in its icy touch early in the morning or last thing at night.
Down on the ground man’s heart rages to its confused tune. So much pain. So much love.
.And the earth calmly continues in its revolutions forged before time was born. Before man came to shout. And sing.
A thoughtful mood for September, but wherever you find yourself this month, a tiny bit of a blog wishes you peace and joy.