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morning song white smoke drifts slowly among the autumn pines, while the sky, deep and blue with dark winter's coming, holds close the bitter cold again against the earth. and my heart harbors still the beauty of that morning; the sweet scent of wood-smoke upon a frosty wind. and my heart harbors still the sounds of gray geese flying in graceful symmetry over the fields of men. I watched them a long time that morning long ago, until they disappeared into the waiting day… even now I watch them in memories concealed; wishing I could follow once again the path I loved. yes my heart harbors still the beauty of that morning!
from: At the Water’s Edge |