Woolen Cloak

Quietly the woolen cloak descends upon the sleeping ground, solemnly returning in the winter’s song, softened harmony reflecting silence’ part Watchful o’er the sleeping land the blanket bathes the senses’ open nerves with subtle waves of resting light and solitude Underneath this calming sea, the trees have shed their summer’s dress and sleep in dreams …

May Peace Descend

May peace descend, a shimmering cascade of sparkling sweet waters A silence, full and emptied of the noise that presses deep inside A solitude, healing rest for all the quaking thoughts and racing conversations A sweet cessation, of the ever-present wars and pains and sorrows’ hold May peace descend upon our busted mind (featured image …