and in the glow of seven
I have no secrets
I shake off my pencil
put aside tools of craft
and language
cradle my thoughts
in the swaying arms of twilight
seek the hush
pulsing
beneath my ribs
the silence calling
itself sleep
its only secret
is the memory of a word
Jewniquely Myself 
Beautiful.
Thank you, my dear Kenza…blessings and sweetness to you!
Beautiful winter evening dear Joan..smiles and hugs to you
So happy to find you here, thank you, and blessings and hugs to you, dear Krishna! *smiling heart*
Winter Evenings – so magical and sacred.
oh, yes! Thank you for your company, Linda, blessings to you!