Violet and gray spoke of harsh rains that day,
as clouds hung low in weighted accumulation,
then upon my face sprinkled Heaven's bouquet,
slight at first, then swift in accumulation.
The amber porch lamp, my distant beacon,
where a snapping fire beckons and atones,
my drenched and weary spirit which does not weaken,
yet is driven by this windy assault to my chilling bones.
It was orange and cinnamon tea which met me,
a welcome assail upon an old woman's senses,
where my favorite afghan was warmed with mercy,
and peaceful sleep found me quite defenseless.
Amber in the Distance
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Re: Amber in the Distance
I am left wanting more... feels incomplete, somehow.
An' it harm none, do what ye will. Blessed Be.
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