When I was secure
Joy comes in the morning.
Sails on dwindling light.
I Love how you use words
Thank you, Carol!
"Your anger should probably last longer than a moment.
But it is delight that blooms
as I feel like I am withering:"
These juxtapositions ring true.
If ever there was a need for a "but."
Whew, girl. So good.
Thank you, Becky!
Yes, yes, and amen. This poem was a big exhale for me this morning. I’ll think of it when I look outside and see my own peonies blooming.
Those peonies are miracles, aren't they?
Joy comes in the morning.
Sails on dwindling light.
I Love how you use words
Thank you, Carol!
"Your anger should probably last longer than a moment.
But it is delight that blooms
as I feel like I am withering:"
These juxtapositions ring true.
If ever there was a need for a "but."
Whew, girl. So good.
Thank you, Becky!
Yes, yes, and amen. This poem was a big exhale for me this morning. I’ll think of it when I look outside and see my own peonies blooming.
Those peonies are miracles, aren't they?