The light weaver

Silver sister weaves

orb lantern for souls adrift

in fearful shadows

Mends silk wings for shattered dreams

so they may find their dreamers

 

 

*Featured image by David Dibert on Unsplash

 

Photo by Matthew Henry on Unsplash

Acceptance

Standing in front of the fogged-up mirror, I look at my reflection.  Slowly,  bits of me emerge. Part of my eyes, a fraction of my nose and a crescent of my lips.  Clarity is just minutes way.  I stand there, albeit, a little nervous, a little reluctant.  Read More »

Threads of memory

If I close my eyes and invite my past into my present, I see a picture of myself sitting on the kitchen floor as a little girl while I watched my mom cook.Read More »