The wind was fierce
and passed like doom.
Autumn leaves flew
as colored souls.
Clearing my head
bare as branches.
It blew my unraveled
heart apart.
A sense of presence
swaying full in the trees.
The earth below
seems to cry.
As softly as the feather
when it meets my eye.
copyright Es-tee Miller
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I'm a stargazing,skywatching,storm loving, sungazing addict. Environmentalist, political blogger, professional photographer, writer, artist...my favourite quote is:
"If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy,
if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you,
if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand,
rejoice, for your soul is alive".
~ Eleonora Duse ~
...my soul is definitely alive.
