She didn’t need walls,
Boarded windows, locked doors.
What good is a shelter if it keeps out life?
She needed reminding,
and telling – retelling,
That a self-made light could brighten a home.
The home-stoked fire gave off true warmth.
It just never compared to the sun’s own glow.
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beautiful
Thanks so much, M.
Exquisite imagery, both in the photo and the poem. Paired: perfection.
Thank you K, means a lot.
Also, loved your recent posts ushering in the fall – isn’t this season divine?
Absolutely! I wouldn’t mind if there were more recognizable autumn in north TX, but I soak up every little iota of it as happily as though it were full-on Northeast leaf-peeping season. I’m so pleased you enjoyed the posts. 🙂