As writers, we are naturally fascinated by the world around us and this very short but heartfelt piece is not only touching but the comment before it has me intrigued. I know better, though, than to pry.
This morning I wrote a letter I will not send. Nor will I post it here. My cares are my own and need worry no one else. I will post a short poem from the heart instead.
I will be the hare on the mountain,
the dove in the tree,
and I will share my days with you.
I will have around me quiet and peace,
embroidered with birdsong
and the nights spangled
with all the stars of the firmament.