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.