"under the harvest moon,
when the soft silver
drips shimmering
over the garden nights,
death, the gray mocker,
comes and whispers to you
as a beautiful friend
who remembers."
-carl sandburg
painting by: robin street-morris
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Jessa- absolutely beautiful post - the combination of the artwork with the poem - exquisite. This poem gives me chills - I dig it.
Fall is in the air here in Oakland - I love Fall. Delicious air and sky and web and cloud and tree and honey bee and kisses all over from the breeze.
peace,
Lisa
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