One day after the big wash
blue linen sweeps by;
wisps of lint,
white and scattered, flash then fade.
The stiff wind blows
and smacks both cheeks with
chilly puffs, enough
to make me draw in air
but not to make me shiver.
Yellow daisies jump from
behind a pole waving
brightly in the breeze;
Look at me. Look at me.
I look and drop my arm, hand extended.
The deep, melodic rumble
plays background bass,
and the yellow daisies dance.
The Lord has done great things for us and we rejoiced. Psalms 126:3
Peace. Love, Linda
2 comments:
Beautiful :)
Thanks, Barbara. Hope all is well.
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