Poetry Friday - What Calls Us
A short one today, but one that spoke to me about all kinds of things - friends far away; Spring that seems a long way away, but is coming; that elusive thing we call "hope"...
What Calls Us
- David Bengtson
In winter, it is what calls us
from seclusion, through endless snow
to the end of a long driveway
where, we hope, it waits-
this letter, this package, this
singing of wind around an opened door.
Have good weekends, my friends.
What Calls Us
- David Bengtson
In winter, it is what calls us
from seclusion, through endless snow
to the end of a long driveway
where, we hope, it waits-
this letter, this package, this
singing of wind around an opened door.
Have good weekends, my friends.