Soon shall we plunge ‘neath winter’s icy pall;
farewell, bright fires of too-brief July!
even now I hear the knell funereal
of falling fire-logs in the court close by.
~ Charles Baudelaire’s Song of Autumn
P. S. Today is my WordPress anniversary! Happy anniversary to me!
No limits, Jonathan? he thought, and he smiled. His race to learn had begun. Jonathan Livingston Seagull, Richard Bach
Taken at Konjsko, Prespa Lake on 12th of August.
Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him. ~Rabindranath Tagore
The Wild Flower’s Song As I wandered the forest, The green leaves among, I heard a Wild Flower Singing a song. ‘I slept in the earth In the silent night, I murmured my fears And I felt delight. ‘In the … Continue reading