Across the meadow
Halation stretched
As the sun kissed the bay
The sound of waves
Murmuring in the distance
Where like whispers
Falling on ears eager
For reassurance
Soothing, forgiving
Mending the very fabric of existence
Once shredded
Beyond repair
Mother nature had just
Birthed September
Along with the rudiments
Of designing a new dawn.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
Across the meadow
Halation stretched
As the sun kissed the bay
The sound of waves
Murmuring in the distance
Where like whispers
Falling on ears eager
For reassurance
Soothing, forgiving
Mending the very fabric of existence
Once shredded
Beyond repair
Mother nature had just
Birthed September
Along with the rudiments
Of designing a new dawn.
