Love Is An Irresistible Desire To Be

Nature Is Always Hinting At Us. It Hints Over And Over Again. And Suddenly We Take The Hint.

We Ran As If To Meet The Moon.

O Hushed October Morning Mild, Begin The Hours Of This Day Slow, Make The Day Seem To Us Less Brief... Retard The Sun With Gentle Mist; Enchant The Land With Amethyst.

Now Close The Windows And Hush All The Fields: If The Trees Must, Let Them Silently Toss.

Than Smoke And Mist Who Better Could Appraise The Kindred Spirit Of An Inner Haze?