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Graceful Moments
It was a cold January morning
as sun rays slipped
through the over the sink kitchen window.
Christmas paper- whites you had planted sat on the
sill
next to my early day thoughts.
Small white petals were luminous in
the sunlight as water for tea warmed on the stove
.
I existed in a moment of loving you and blessed the day
of our meeting.
Your soft and gentle ways bring the scent of
springtime straight through winter's
glaze.
Moments like these linger in
the air of our cottage home where the warmth of love slides into solitary
breaths of grace. |