10/12/2015
5:41 AM
in this
little heart
where I have held
all I know of love
the windows reach
around and back again
as night birds sing
amazing grace
above a robins rest
babies sleep
breast to tiny
breast
daybreak glows
a loving hearth
while cedars
bend and moan
to bear the wealth
was never meant
for bone
. . .
Your connection to nature takes the reader into the cedar forest dawn along with you …
Where the definition of warmth is written to beds of cedar, and rivers of winter wheat…..
Good morning, Sunshine ! May your day be as beautiful as your words. ……xo
Thank you, Paul…..