
September moves in
sunlit days becoming rare
the scent of autumn
poetry, prose, and photography

September moves in
sunlit days becoming rare
the scent of autumn

Laying bare our fears
Feel the sunlight on our souls
Swaying sunflowers

the motion of light
falls gracefully on petals
gentle summer breeze

life’s gentle pleasures
feeling sunlight on my skin
wind chimes singing

ascending the curve
sunlight climbing the mountains
dancing cosmic orbs
sunlight flows downwards
fir trees grasping towards the clouds
a gentle spring breeze

first morning of spring
sunlight moving through the trees
tea warms my soul