I wonder if any of us will ever truly understand the 'miracles' we experience... a week ago on Dec.16th we had sleet and a few snow flurries and today I was given a miracle.. I hope you enjoy!
Unexpected
It is barely a whisper, this breeze
Laced with magnolia's scent, this touch
Of lemon-kissed sighs... surely this
Is my imagination, is it not...
For this is December, winter's birth!
Curiosity, ever the winner, takes my
Hand, lays within it a bloom
Of petaled velvet, a gift unwrapped
And seemingly misplaced by time...
But a familiar buzzing alerts me
I am not alone, nearly shattering
The moment until I realize, like me,
They are in awe... and willing
To share the unexpected, this flawless
Miracle of winter's first morning
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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Cheers,
Dan
-gene.
Be always safe,
Karen
hugs and Merry Christmas
fee
Carole~
Merry Christmas!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.