Petchicor

Acclimating to the tranquil jaunt of a cool morning cascade shouldered brightly by reds and oranges of a quiet rising sun Rather than yearning for ball point to check off Peacefulness & beauty with poingant smile Been there, done that! O tireless mantra for Consummation of life Anticipating the soft cooing of Septembers mourning dove spawns antiquated veins of nobility much kindlier than traffic lights and car horns The perfume of fresh earth as dew is called back to Heaven leaves very pleasantly remorseless of its brief endeavor or fleeting benevolence