This Way – look closely,
pause before bright memories
layered on time
This Light3 listed
words patched over, grow vines
with scented blooms
The perfume of the dried rose crosses seasons and years – a melody that echoes & stirs the heart.
For a dear fellow blogger and photographer, who in her seventy third year faces life with grace, delightful poetic & ironic humour and a strength of character that we all wish we could emulate. She knows how to make a fist of triumph & understanding.
I follow this part of her journey humbled in quiet admiration & wonder.