“Autumn Splendor” – Frick Park – Pittsburgh, PA
Moonshine… Evening rising… Sunshine falling…
Cold wind blows away the morning sun calling…
Alone with you… Together with a meadow lark…
Seasons slide away into the never ending dark…
Sunshine fleeting… Fog rising off the calm water…
Flashbacks to carefree days… Bud and sunshine blotter…
Steadfast we glide across mountains made of lime…
Aging is just the way we come to terms with time…
We will shine… Our reflections dance on the still lake…
Confidence is nurtured… Bread is what we break…
In the morning spiritual energy tends to rise and fall…
When the weather breaks we will answer natures call…
Nightfall resigns… Yet our spirits continue to rise…
We are limited to the earth… Birds rule the sky…
Our souls fly above the clouds and into outer space…
Some folks pray for peace… Others pray for grace…
plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello
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chriscondello 
It is nice to hear from you again. Your abscence has been felt. Happy Thanksgiving!
Honey
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You write what I feel In a way I wish I could write it.
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You are so gifted. Your poetry, photography – breathtaking beauty
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