A diary of the second half of life. A life that includes swimming, knitting, love, hope, faith, grace, humour and depression. Not necessarily in that order.
Monday, February 9, 2015
Door into summer
Through this door
is sunshine
and warmth
and perhaps
respite from it all.
Through this door
is a welcome home
a cup of tea
and perhaps
a moment of peace.
Through this door
is good health
an understanding friend
and perhaps
vindication.
Through this door
is colour
in a black and white day
and perhaps
hope.
Perhaps
through this door
is summer
and cherry blossoms
Perhaps.
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Lovely. I want to go through that door!
ReplyDeleteI know, it looks like a little gnome house in the forest.
DeleteHope reigns supreme...☀️
ReplyDeleteit has too, otherwise I would just go to bed and pull the covers over my head until summer.
DeleteLovely. this is how I feel toward home with my family.
ReplyDeleteyes, family and home for many of us is an interchangeable concept.
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