The soothing Sunday Thoughts: I saw this morning
I saw this morning
How cautiously a leaf was swirling
Down to the ground.
And as if wanting to make this moment
An endless dance.
The tree had let it go,
To fly, to shine and die.
Small, tiny star, made up of purest gold,
With sunshine in its veins
And rain in every cell.
It had accomplished
Good bye is in the air,
And wisp of smoke from fire,
From burning leaves.
It raises straight to heaven,
To reach the clouds.
The wisp of smoke from tiny burning star.
P. S. We have been awarded with a fantastic, sunny weather. It is so warm, and the air is full of fall flavors. The sun is just dancing in reflections and leaves. The beauty of this season is breathtaking and sad at the same time: this is the feast before the long silence and sleep, yet, there is no way to describe the passionate intensity of leaves. My artistic nature enjoys every shade of these colors, every shape of disappearing beauty, and these days have been so uplifting, cheerful and inspiring.
I wish everybody a pleasant walk into the fall!