| Sister cat and I watch soft gold swell and spill,
spreading through soft velvet air, warm colour washing dusk so full with rain and anticipation of the overflowing sky. Leaves and flesh tremble in the pre-touch of a storm that still growls with the after-flash of lightning hours before. Harsh words of bad intent are swept away in skyburst, the glow is fading dusk to dark and raining spirits gather to caress our sistersouls with tongues and fingertips of Home. Fuschia colours splash and pour outrageous essence on the settling gloom of stormy air and blessed wind chimes rise to greet a roll of thunder swelling in the distance and the darkness. |
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| *image: Chris VanHaus Photography |