Simply...
This day in May, at this hour in Tappan, New York...
All holding to the light
Sweet sounding melody of rustling leaves
Dogwood blooms carried by the gentle winds
Lambent sky and a caressing warmth
Song birds alight in lilting song
Such be this NOW of grace
All holding to the light.
2 comments:
Elegantly composed
Dear Martin Kloess, Good Morning from New York... Thank you for your most welcomed words.
Best onto YOU.
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