CPoetry

cresting four o'clock, the November sun paints an amber hue... and highlights the yellow leaves on the yawning willow spray. photographers coined this moment in time as "The Golden Hour"; the intricate dance of color, shadows, and light copulates with the senses...opening hearts...sewing serenity. one bears witness to a collective softening... a drawbridge of defenses that lowers one chain link at a time. it is coined "The Golden Hour" for something more than enhancing the foreground... it exists for lifting the veil of vulnerability. ::: the longevity of a genuine relationship relies not on a set of common interests nor on shared emotional histories nor on similar childhood upbringings nor on reciprocated feelings but on a road of unrelenting, wholehearted, acceptance. ::: a person who embodies presence in his or her daily life has difficulty recalling the events of that day. why? to recall places one in the past; truly present people are terrible at telling st

take the first step with benevolence. take the last step with benevolence. and all other steps in between. ::: open your window! open your door! let the day in and see where it takes you... ::: there is a small piece of the sun in All of us. ::: those who are grateful count their blessings. those who are truly grateful make their blessings count. ::: remember this, remember well. this is a lesson of which to tell. the guise of anger is clandestine for fair affliction Affliction hides.