It's all gray and cool today. There's a cold front moving through on this 7th, the last before our long awaited 7th of September. Signs of fall are creeping in .
Yesterday morning's sunrise, not the vivid hues of winter that I crave, but the pastel summer ones are moving away. Bring on the purples! Winter is coming. Thank God.
The trees are beginning to turn their paler, early fall shade on the side that faces sunset.
And the world spins on, on another 7th.
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
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