A Share From Me To You

In the chilling waning Fall-waxing-Winter evening, I cautiously step out into graveyard-like silence— The earlier day and coming night seems deceiving:- A lone soaring avian appears to own the sky’s parlance. Would if you would, come and walk with me as I pray you can feel and imagine what I see: Penning these imaging words of a blessing sent from the above— As I calmly continue to walk in this chilling evening of peace and love.