Thursday, April 14, 2016

Morning Sanctuary

Dried by wind
and kissed by snow,
sage leaves garnered from last fall's garden
smolder in the smudge pot
as Spring spirits serenade with porch chimes.

1 comment:

  1. You must be doing better the tone of your poetry has changed. Just stopping by to see what you're up to. I had a good week and going biking in a few hours. Spending the time going to read friends poetry. Some really good stuff. If you ever feel the urge I have better groups than Mag now. Just follow the links on my poems on Capricious Poet if you feel up to joining us.

    I love porch chimes but haven't had them up in ages because James thinks it's noise. How can anyone think that???!!! Hugs!

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