 Morning sun sets Autumn trees aglow in Ontario, Canada |  Sunset over San Francisco Bay. An epigram a day: Reflection lends direction. Dawn means struggle and twilight promises rest. We are but pulsating specks in the vast pond of life. Each trails a world of fading shadows and dying echoes. Silence is the pause that refreshes. -JM |
Autumn is the season
Falling leaves, dead to the ground,
Trees prepare for Winter.
But remember you who mourn:
West is no Eastern snow.
Here November rains,
Greening grass springs up,
Covers dead brown leaves,
Brings hope of
Spring to come.
-MW
Falling leaves, dead to the ground,
Trees prepare for Winter.
But remember you who mourn:
West is no Eastern snow.
Here November rains,
Greening grass springs up,
Covers dead brown leaves,
Brings hope of
Spring to come.
-MW
In the East, one watches the sun rise in the morning. Pinks and blues. The sun fresh white, greets the dawning day.
In the West, we watch the sun set over the Bay. Fiery red and orange, growing larger and redder, the sun bids adieu to the day, giving over to the night.
Does this difference affect our beings, our social interactions, our Weltanschauung?
-MW
In the West, we watch the sun set over the Bay. Fiery red and orange, growing larger and redder, the sun bids adieu to the day, giving over to the night.
Does this difference affect our beings, our social interactions, our Weltanschauung?
-MW