watching, scanning the place between my feet
I look up to see the perfect shadows of the fence row.
Shadows lengthen as the day ages
And colors appear as though painted
from a pallet mixed painstakingly.
The hand of man has not touched
Nor has he composed the setting.
The hand of man has only tried
to corral it’s beauty.
On another note: Did you notice the side bar addition I put on a couple of days ago. The music from playlist.com seems to find a way to provide a back ground for the posts. Although it has no way of choosing what it is going to play with the writing, I have tried to pick songs that have a certain ring. I love music of all kinds and Chinese Folk music seems to find it way into a play list with Hank Williams and Diana Krall. I have it playing now on another tab in my Foxfire account. Wonderful!
It is Sunday, I am enjoying the absolute quiet of the Waiting Room for Heaven here in Tucson. Almost everyone has gone back to their nests in the northern US and Canada. We remain with a few others. It happens so abruptly. People go without good-by or I’ll see you next year. I always say don’t go! but they have grandchildren or lawns or a dentist appointment or a doctor’s appointment of some kind. Still I think don’t go, please don’t go! Don’t leave now. The fun has just begun.
Have a wonder day and enjoy the pictures.