Dancing on the edges of time
November sent me a postcard that spoke of…
An upside down tree in a drop of rain;
Wet skies and branches blowing in the blue wind;
And the ballet of green pine needles
In a glittering sky.
November spoke to me in tones of grey and blue and green
To remind me — in the words of Tagore:
“Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.”
For more dewy beauty, please visit: Our World.