It was a very gray day on Saturday when I walked from my house to Michelle's and then east to Mapleton and back home.
I was glad I had my camera with me.
This poem worked its way into my mind as I walked.
Gray
Quiet, softer glory gathers
when the world is gray—
soothing comforter that muffles
garish, hectic day.
Solemn, silent harmony
spreads over lonely space,
murmurs in receptive ear
whisperings of grace.
Becky Rosenlof
February 11, 2012
1 comment:
Beautiful. You have a real talent.
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