The Pearls of Catharsis Times Issue 01, Oct 2016 | Page 5
Harsh naked sticks of trees , branches stripped like filigree against a pewter sky . and half the tree below where ankle deep in memories of summer leaves . Curled , forlorn , sad dull brown they smother blades of silent grass . Nature , nature infiltrator , nights occlusions pour like smoke , shuts out the moon . Thief of shadows ... winter comes Expectations tip tumble from the pages of our childhood almanac such grandeur in the stanzas of these autumn songs Of death ... decay … The orbits of rebirth to come And each a paradigm a confluence Find your thermal tag along Nature , nature story teller illustrator You have me so enthralled .