The Gleam of Maya
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Night’s cold hand has done it’s work, it would seem
Go it must, the grandeur in face of the rising sun
Trappings of former glory, truly now on the run
Meditate, who knows what tomorrow may bring
Brief the charm of maya, remember this msingh

Time has come to start wearing gloves and getting the ice scraper out to clean the car windscreen. This shot taken in the garden this morning - more photos can be viewed here



