October 6, 2011 A Moment of OM

The soft light of evening
Graces the close of the day –
Touching each of my senses,
It finds its own way


To strum vibrant
Chords in my heart.


The gentlest of breezes
Is stirring the leaves.
The birds evening chorus
Has my Soul on her knees. . .


Mother Nature’s
Expressing her Art.

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