in the dying light
completing the day’s last chore
Love’s labor gives joy
in the dying light
completing the day’s last chore
Love’s labor gives joy
boxes in storage
time capsules of former lives
shelved but not released
letting go of all that stuff
frees me to be who I am
those who sacrificed
did they pledge their lives only
for the chosen few?
when we choose to exclude one
then we choose to exclude all
just the word monsoon
conjures childhood memories
playing in warm rain
the year the river found God
rising to the church’s doorsteps
Thanks for prompt from: Reflectioned
splashes of yellow
first sunflowers of the year
heralds of summer