November ….the start of the winter…after long…hot summers…

Whether it is the sun…or…the moon…or the rains…or the sea…they are all in full glory…and lot of colours…

This morning…one such daybreak …there is no need for any words…just the colours…speak for themselves …

Thought it was apt for my #wordlesswednesday post….

Here are the pics…

 

A splas of colour in the dark skies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And….once the sun was up…all the colours…faded out…in his bright ,strong white…

“The year's in November
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His Heaven;
All's right with the world!”
– Robert Browning

The original had …the year in spring …

This is my favorite morning poem…and they are called AUBADES…

A #wordlesswednesday …

Certain moments don't require any spoken words…