Sunday Morning Passes

We are brought to this place
By our movement
And our stillness.
We are left here,
Without direction.
What will we make of this?

With the dew gone
And the sun making its way,
We are brought to this moment,
Enigmatic though it is.
Only This
Only thus

[Jae]

Pretty flowers! Words are a nice union!

[Lin]

Beautiful words for a beautiful capture.

[KWind]

Pretty light and colours.

[Sue]

Lovely words and photo Kevin.

[deb]

Awesome shot and words so go with it