
The sun is rising upon a late October day,
Mist clings between half naked branches,
And pushes its soft breath across shivering meadows.
The angels are flying low today,
Looking for life to begin,
Life to end,
And life to be continued
In sorrow or glee.
The train is pushing onwards
Carrying a glowing promise
That today is a shiny day
However foggy it may seem.
this is beautiful! love, jess
Thank you so much Jess!! 💕😘