Thursday, January 7, 2010


I'd look out my window,
at the trees,
at the clouds,
at the grass,
at the rain,
at the mountains,
at the wind...

...and it was golden.
Golden like the gates of Heaven were ajar,
and the light of the golden streets was reflected into the atmosphere.

© Aisha 2010

1 comment:

Erin said...

Lovely imagery.