This should have gone out Friday. It’s a somber reflection for the Monday after Easter, but it came too late for me to post on Friday. Take it as looking back on the other side, having gone through the darkest day, looking at the night from the light of the morning. The sun bowed its… Read More Death Bowed His Head
I know a lot of folk are having a rough go at the moment. I hope this lifts your spirits. A spark of flame in shimmering grey. A strike of steel to drive the dark away. Wispy mist folds into a shroud Morning strikes the sullen cloud. The candle sparks upon the sill. The lark… Read More Sparks of Light
I don’t tend to do April Fools so, instead, have a poem about roses and morning. I hope you enjoy it. The wind rings through field and flower Like a silver fairy chime. The dew lies on the garden bower And the mist enshrouds the thyme. The roses turn their blushing blooms As the sun… Read More Dew in the Garden
Because we all have those moments. There is always hope. In the gloaming of the heart When sorrows seem to prey Do not surrender to despair. The soul will find a way. Whether we are lived high To celestial courts above Or our hope dawns again And find hearth, home, and love. Though deepest night… Read More Gloaming of the Heart
Some warmth creeping in to the cold days. Chilly air gives way to warmth And soft the breeze may blow. The bitter wind yields to sun As longer days now show. Winter does not lightly yield And summer has not formed, But slow the days are shifting And cold gives way to warm. Heat is… Read More Hints of Spring