photo: Sometimes, despite the glorious winter day, the inner life can’t soak up the unmistakable beauty of the light in Nelson.
In the silence of the frosty morning/
The sun is good news that/
Fails to lift the shadows/
lingering like ink blots on/
my forgotten secrets while/
frozen grains of dust flying everywhere at each of my steps/
make the fragments of my memory dance.
It’s so beautiful.
Each word is more touching than the last.
Thank you Harry 🙂
I agree with Harry. It’s beautiful.
Thank you Caroline