Saturday, March 27, 2021

Awaiting


Though the last leaf fell off
Wish to see
fresh buds at twig ends,
turning leaves,
flowers and fragnance
Hopeful of
afresh seasons
to come

The Silent Magnetism of Calm Souls

` They do not roar to prove their worth, Or crowd the spaces of the earth; They filter thought before they speak, In gentle tones, serene an...