Indian summer by Sara O'Mahony ©2014
It dawned on me today
Leaves are like skin
They insulate and propagate
The soft ground
They happen to fall upon.
Water has a surface like skin
To see the sea in the harbour today
Ripples in circles of miniature mandalas
It was a dreamy dewy balmy day in the last remnants of our summer.
Nature speaks to us here
Angles of man-made structures too
Speak of the linearity of logic
Forces of straight lines achieve similar heights.
Beauty, the wonder of a tree
Stretches and grows
Up, up towards the sunlight and moon
Seems to be saying, 'I trust nature'.
Connections made today too,
Dry lands of the Caribbean
Listening to travels to the Isles
Sounds of gorges and water
Rush to the sea there.
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