Season of Peace - Visitor's Prose

by Diane M. Bazail
(Miami, Florida, USA)

Looked outside today, contemplating where the wind would take me. After the rain, solitude embraced me. Felt trapped in the mist, longing for an escape into my past pleasant dreams. Radiant autumn rising, where would you take me? Before we venture onward, remove this darkness that surrounds my sunrise. For I long the release of such servitude. And welcome the sight of silver birches, within the season of peace.