Sunday, 28 February 2016

Blessings, all.







The winter sun

a balm for weary souls
from whom,

darkness stole
the light.

Golden fingers
stretching across fields
and down
long hidden roads

stealing in
through our windows
and drenching
the tulips
with love.

Hope.

Love.

Grace.

Mercy.

I've been soaked in them all.

The love of friends far and near

( Kathryn )

Daydreams.

Books.

Warm coffee cup in my hands.

Winter,

winter sun.

Blessings, all.


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