A line in the sky crooked
drawn by a finger
longing for warmth less’n
cold shadows linger
Night crawls away from yon
Eastern horizon
Dark turns to gray training
softly our eyes on
Bird songs of hope stir
awaken my longing
Grand spring returning learned
winter be going ~
With gratitude for my friends who share their inspirations when i can’t find my own ~
Lions Mane 
You must be logged in to post a comment.