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*Autumn*
By Skye
The wind grows cooler
As I grow older
The Earth grows
distant
From the sun
I seek balance
Night to the day
Everything around me
Falling
In shades
As I grow grey
Shadows shifting, moving and lifting
Revealing the Moon
Yielding
To the Underworld
And I learn
How apples become stars
Lighting the night with
Promises
Full of life
~I hope your Autumn is as beautiful & special as you are !! Many blessings to you my friend. ~Love & Hugs Balor~
Again, thank you for letting me use your quote.
Hey ! xoxoxo
~Magickal Graphics~
How are you? I haven't heard from you in a long time. Hope all is well with you.
Love and Hugs,
Char

~Have a wonderful Holiday weekend my friend !! Love & Hugs Balor~Late summer days are perfect now, sunny, calm, serene
While Mother Nature changes clothes to tint our summer scene.
The gauzy purple twilight envelops every night
While streaks of peach and flaming orange hide sunset from our sight.
Wildflowers on the forest edge sway in gentle breeze
Soon they'll shed their blossoms too, as summer takes her leave.
Next phase is Autumn's sleight-of-hand with colors bright and true
'Til Mother Nature's restless hand wipes them all from view.
Savor these sweet tranquil days they're certain not to last
We'll wish we had them back again when feeling Winters blast.
Summer Sun
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy's inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
by Robert Louis Stevenson
May the warmth of his golden rays
Spread magic brightly through your days.
In Honour of Alban Hefin (the Summer Solstice/Litha)
Love and Hugs, Gwen

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