" Than these November skies
is no sky lovelier.
...Not rose, nor amber, nor the scarce late green,
is truly seen -
In all the myriad grey,
in silver height and dusky deep, remain
the loveliest,
faint purple flushes of the unvanquished sky."
{John Freeman}
the sky flames more intense
lightness of golden air
whispers of winter linger softly on the horizon
a time for dreaming
wish-making
tending to the heart of the soul
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