Pages

Home in their arms

Home in their arms An autumnal reflection on the enduring comfort of parental love, where every season feels beautiful, sheltered, and care...

Monday, June 24, 2019

Beacon

I detest the dark,
do not favor the umbra,
that somber mystique.
The rays of light beckon me,
I breathe the morning splendor.



at
Labels: , , , , , , , , , , , ,

No comments:

Post a Comment

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)
  • Showstopper's Yesterday
    The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
  • Faint glimmer in heart
    Ripe autumn air’s come to bless. Showering sweet November caress. We could be holding hands and walking, Silent but still talking. ...
  • The moment
    It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...