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18.9.10

Autumn Blush..




AN angel, robed in spotless white,
Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.
Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.
Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Art~James Jordan.

3 comments:

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

Wow.....you find the most gracious poems and images dearest Dutchess....and I too BELIEVE because of angels like you my dear,dear sister. You are having fun with Elynn, aren't you? I can just see you beaming with love and light with her in your arms....you are holding a miracle in your arms....

My Grama's Soul said...

I have been a follower for a while.....and I can't understand why I haven't stopped by more often....Your blog takes my breath away it is so very beautiful....the versus you write and just lovely.

Xo

Jo

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

My sweet zuster, I just noticed your visit on my Ecrire au fil de la plume....ah...I just got a phone call today as Ruben and I went out to shop, from a French friend and colleague at our school. She too is feeling the fatigue and so is her fifth grade team. She gave me the support I need to have to KNOW that I am a capable teacher. Sometimes I just shake my head and say, "How did I get to be a teacher?" There is so much administrative responsibility that is so hard to keep up with. I LOVE THE KIDS, HOWEVER...in fact, we had a BLAST (literally) in science yesterday. We made a plastic bottle top explode by observing the chemical reaction of baking soda and vinegar. The children and I were changing our hypotheses until we got it right. You should have seen the look on the little boy's face whose hypothesis worked. It was magic. But when it comes to administrative duties, I am so behind. But today dearest, I feel better...there is a chill in the air!!! IT FEELS LIKE FALL and the trees are orange...perfect tea weather. Your words have brought a sweet soothing balm to my soul dear one, they really have. I CAN cross that bridge.....the troubled waters keep flowing under all of us, but there is a bridge to the other side. And you, you are always there to meet me.

Many hugs to you my dear friend. Anita