Along a narrowing path I roam In search of reason and understanding My quest is not alone, Upon the sand now i set Awaiting the dawn, In the stillness the songs of angels Rest just against the morning waves, Bidding farewell to last reminisce Of the milky way .
The Axiom of all true reasoning for creation Rest now in front of my mortal eyes The lost ,the lonely ,the afraid, I pray finds this path one day From the dark , to the light To rest upon the sands of time In the twilight of peace. ~ Kelly J. Dishman
A special thank you to Kelly J. Dishman for graciously allowing me to use his wonderful poem in conjunction with my photograph.
I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud.
So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are
a little yellow, its tones mellower, its colors richer, and it is tinged
a little with sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not
of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but
of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age.
It knows the limitations of life and is content.
“They too, knew this beautiful and harrowing landscape; they’d had the same experience of looking up from their books with fifth-century eyes and finding the world disconcertingly sluggish and alien, as if it were not their home.” ― Donna Tartt, The Secret History