The garden seems to sleep.
There is an ancient silence.
Long are the nights.
Little lights guarding me through winterdays.
Playing shadows telling funny stories.
Daydreams in December are different from summerdreams.
There is an ancient silence.
Long are the nights.
Little lights guarding me through winterdays.
Playing shadows telling funny stories.
Daydreams in December are different from summerdreams.
The look of Christmas, bright, twinkles, red and green and gold, evergreen and mistletoe, the scent of balsam, thrills me.
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Thank you.
Blessings dear faraway friend!
i just relish the reflections in this series..light is so pretty
ReplyDeleteI like your line, 'There is an ancient silence.' Sometimes it is like that here in the snow even in a city.
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