Evening routine. for M'lady Tai Chi Italy

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Evening routine.

 

A maple tree is glowing red.

 Highlighted by the setting sun

A fiery glow that quickly spread

 to tint the clouds now day is done.

 When day is done before the night

 comes to erase the pastel hues.

Which fill the western skies with light.

I watch and glory at the sight.

I watch until the stars appear

as spots of light against the blue.

It is a ritual, I fear

 I have become accustomed to.

Then I will take my homeward way.

A peaceful ending to my day.

 

Wednesday, 27 October 2010

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