the early morning light
is the light
that
runs through my veins
and
fills me with
the quiet hope that
all will be well.
the late day light
is the light
that i breathe
in,
and fills me with
the assurance that
indeed...
all was well.
........age: it's a matter of time.......reflecting on life in the middle years through imagery and words......
7 comments:
Perfection. I love it. Have a great week.
Speaking of light, I always notice the waning of summer by the change in the afternoon light as the sun heads farther and farther south. The light is beautiful but somewhat melancholy.
OXO
Beautiful words, and an equally beautiful photograph!
the best kind of light~xo
Fabulous!
Morning light is insecure, evening light is peaceful.
lovely blog! congratulations on your artful blogging feature!!
so beautiful, my friend.
xoxo
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