A late-summer extravaganza of brown-eyed susans in a wildflower patch against Carolina woodlands holds countless answers to human quests of meaningful existence. This is where God’s whispers ride sunbeams into our souls. This is where the fabric of time unravels and eloquent strands find purpose in the hearts of poets.
As summer whispers affectionate farewells
And first breath of autumn sweeps tree lines,
Cool morning mists promise quietude of winter
For weary souls on mindful passages in time.
© Ilija Lukić 2015
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| Woodland Passage (Carolina woodlands near Pittsboro, North Carolina) |
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