and in the glow of seven
I have no secrets
I shake off my pencil
put aside tools of craft
cradle my thoughts
in the swaying arms of twilight
seek the hush
beneath my ribs
the silence calling
its only secret
is the memory of a word
7 thoughts on “Winter Evening”
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!