Wordless

From the grey slate of an Autumn sky emerged a sliver of gold that danced and sang in angelic wonder,

 

It illuminated the leaves of a nearby oak who had just begun his final decent into Fall,

Great leaves of Orange and Red bristled in the chilled air carelessly, yet freely, detached from it all, 

From the madness, from the hatred, from us.

It spoke to me in a language long forgotten, only intuition could hear it, words were rendered useless, 

So I sat there,

Engraved in this scene of some divine beauty just marveling, struggling to comprehend it with words.

Reviews

[Ashley]

interesting not sure what to think.