Musings
Thoughts about life, art, and technology.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Autumn
These are the days of contentment,
When the golden light of a low sun warms the forested hills,
And happiness flows in and around
And through the moments of experience.
These are the nights of hallowed mystery,
When the low fog flows among the trees,
And their tops stand free and dark,
And the full moon overhead is sharply clear within its halo.
When the golden light of a low sun warms the forested hills,
And happiness flows in and around
And through the moments of experience.
These are the nights of hallowed mystery,
When the low fog flows among the trees,
And their tops stand free and dark,
And the full moon overhead is sharply clear within its halo.