| As Mother Earth performs her run around the sun, the seasons change and rearrange. When day and night have equal shares, autumnal flares of vibrant hues inspire the Muse. Like stained glass windows in a church make senses lurch, they capture Grace in forest space. ************************************************************************** A description and example of the Minute Poem can be found at this link: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/minute.html ************************************************************************** |