Turning

House of Heart

I feel the season changing,

the tilt of Earth’s axis,

the days growing shorter

the night’s  desire to linger.

Summer seemed boundless,

now the sundial cast long shadows.

I will miss  you with your

brand of ripeness,

August’s   lustrous brightness

inciting the senses with fields

afire beneath a summer sky.

Now its wheat is  stacked and

bound  in lonely batches.

Buried beneath autumn leaves

the earth  imbues the darker hues

starless skies of delft blue and

gray swathes  that cloak the dawn.

The ash of burning  locust wood

shrouds the wilting garden with

the musky scent of autumn ghosts

heralding the chill.

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Lesson From Dad XXXIV / The Sky Is The Limit.

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My son , never stop trying for the b e s t.

If you can not fly then try your best to run.

If you can not run , then try your best to walk.

If you can not walk , then try to crawl non stop.

No matter what you do , motivate yourself and pray.

Remember my beloved one the sky is the limit .

You can soar , fly , you were born to be a star.

Jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com

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