Post by AquarianM on Nov 8, 2008 at 4:02pm
Church Of The Rustling Breezes...
In the morning I waited,
Quietly watching faces,
Gentled and humbling,
The sky and skyscrapers limned with a golden glow,
A cloud of sea gulls and pigeons bustled,
Fluttering like jubilant leaves over the river,
The smiles were small but persistent,
Heart-singing in a fresh-minted world.
In the early afternoon we walked,
In the Church of the Rustling Breezes,
Indian Summer long and gorgeous,
Soaking up moments upon the trail,
No stone edifice could touch this,
The life energy of the trees enfolds you,
Fearless squirrels dance past your feet,
As the leaves in multicolored glory rain and fly and rustle.
A Nation spoke - and they chose decency.
Nothing can take that away now.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/05/2008
In the morning I waited,
Quietly watching faces,
Gentled and humbling,
The sky and skyscrapers limned with a golden glow,
A cloud of sea gulls and pigeons bustled,
Fluttering like jubilant leaves over the river,
The smiles were small but persistent,
Heart-singing in a fresh-minted world.
In the early afternoon we walked,
In the Church of the Rustling Breezes,
Indian Summer long and gorgeous,
Soaking up moments upon the trail,
No stone edifice could touch this,
The life energy of the trees enfolds you,
Fearless squirrels dance past your feet,
As the leaves in multicolored glory rain and fly and rustle.
A Nation spoke - and they chose decency.
Nothing can take that away now.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/05/2008