Treasure
When the dawn breaks
You roll down to me,
A soft ball of wool
Gently tied to
The unfinished pullover
Beginning to see its day;
Thanks to those
Nimble hands of
The engaged Grandma,
I feel your presence.
You are the wind
Whispering in my ears
For which I hear,
The light in whose
Benevolent bounty
I flawlessly see.
The warm, comforting
World
Like my Grandma’s pull
I can wear and sense
Fixed in time and place;
But the affection that
Made it happen
The kissing wind,
The dancing light
To be felt everywhere
In transience,
A constant source in the air
Beyond compare.
The world
Made of both
The work and the cloth,
Gifts me another dawn
To treasure.
that’s rather nice, good vibes in it. an air of positive change.
Thank you. I’m glad you like it. And thanks for promoting it.