This poem is describing what happens at night, the sounds, smells, and eyes that keep watch. The moon glides through the night sky until time to fade into daylight.

All the years many pollutants have been affecting our breathing air, is it too late to save the planet?

Enjoy!

I was challenged to write about atmosphere.

Aah, the season of Fall fills the air and us as well.

A Quiet Break.
9.27.09.

Over all, what would you do?

An invitation for everyone to join in the celebration of a parade.

Some picture reading done.

People fighting amongst eachother will only perish…