WHAT A MARVELOUS ODE. TO THAT LANTERN 'HE' CREATED TO REMIND US OF 'HIM' AND TO GIVE US... JUST A GLIMPSE... OF ALL THAT 'HE' IS. THANKS FOR SHARING, MYSTIC. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
Within a half-hour of the glorious colors of the setting sun, the rods in our retina take over from the colorful clones and give us only the blacks, grays and whites of the night. Transforming for those of us with a good night vision night into a wonderland of different slight, smells and sounds, especially during the summer when insects are in full glory and more active at night than during the day. The Luna moth, for example, easily thought of as a fairy.
Your poem reminds me of those wonderful warm nights where I enjoyed being alone and just observing, full moon or not. However, there was that one, below zero night, where I observed multicolored aurora borealis directly above, I guess something similar to what happened last week with the solar storm that led me to believe how ancients might have observed the same thing and made wonderful myths about it.
Finally, during my teen years, we had a Silverleaf Maple in our backyard. When a storm came up or in the middle of the night, those silver undersides of the leaves were very dramatic and I loved to see them.
Ragged and weary from their previous ordeals, Braxton and his motley crew of elves, dwarves, and humans, set off into the Wilderkind Forest in search of the Sapphire of Souls. The problem is, the last time anyone saw the powerful gem was over a hundr
If you took every major epic fantasy that has ever been written and twisted them all into one fantastic tale of magic, sword play, and just plain old fantasy fun, you might get the first half of this 235,000 word monster of a read. The last half is a
Taerak's Void
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After finding a strange medallion and some maps with markings that no one in his village can understand, Braxton Bray decides to
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Jane
Your poem reminds me of those wonderful warm nights where I enjoyed being alone and just observing, full moon or not. However, there was that one, below zero night, where I observed multicolored aurora borealis directly above, I guess something similar to what happened last week with the solar storm that led me to believe how ancients might have observed the same thing and made wonderful myths about it.
Finally, during my teen years, we had a Silverleaf Maple in our backyard. When a storm came up or in the middle of the night, those silver undersides of the leaves were very dramatic and I loved to see them.
Ron