Rays of Indian summer light
early this morning
came thru the east window
by the waxy bush
And fell brightly and warmly
across my "writing" table....
with its colorful cover
I looked and marveled
and took it
as a symbol of life's beauty---
the little purple flowers
the delicate green leaves
the purple berries
and the red berries
even the playful shadows
Reminders
of "all things bright and beautiful."
and the coming glorious fall.
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BY MIL
8/18/16
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