Morning Sanctuary

Dried by wind
and kissed by snow,
sage leaves garnered from last fall's garden
smolder in the smudge pot
as Spring spirits serenade with porch chimes.

1 comment:

Bekkie Sanchez said...

You must be doing better the tone of your poetry has changed. Just stopping by to see what you're up to. I had a good week and going biking in a few hours. Spending the time going to read friends poetry. Some really good stuff. If you ever feel the urge I have better groups than Mag now. Just follow the links on my poems on Capricious Poet if you feel up to joining us.

I love porch chimes but haven't had them up in ages because James thinks it's noise. How can anyone think that???!!! Hugs!

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