Autumnal Equinox, Weymouth Bay

Autumnal Equinox Beleaguered on all sides, fate has dealt me a stifling blow; yet, I marvel at this precious earth with the Harvest Moon in tow. Buffered by the isles brilliant lakes in the blue tapestries of the sea the threads of love slip my embrace and I tremble at what must be. Weymouth Bay In late September the last warming rays inspiring rests on me nights are the loveliest in Weymouth Bay protecting me from the sea. Roving England's southern coast her pliant chalk downs bedevil my eyes centuries they stand awash in silence demurred by the fleckless skies. Built on the backs of the mineral salts shallow oceans left behind carved by the troughs of receding shores bleeding white in faultless lines. Majestic I soar with a subtle sight while climbing green Dorcet hills I view the world from these marvelous heights where the hands of time lie still.