The room becomes a prism of sun in late afternoon.
Such is the warm and nourishing light that beams into my reading room just before it dies behind the mountains. It's last hoorah, giving us one last burst of life. Thank you, Sun. And thank you, Joseph.
The joy of imagining a new sense of place and life
Love this for you! Life is always about moving forward.
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Poetry is the key to unlock the senses.
I absolutely adore this sequence!!!
Your poetry is such a gift to the rest of us. Thank you!
The room becomes a prism of sun in late afternoon.
Such is the warm and nourishing light that beams into my reading room just before it dies behind the mountains. It's last hoorah, giving us one last burst of life. Thank you, Sun. And thank you, Joseph.