Can anything beat
being welcomed home by tail
wagging, joyous pets?
~
A silent evening,
perhaps? Or maybe just an
old, familiar bed?
Can anything beat
being welcomed home by tail
wagging, joyous pets?
~
A silent evening,
perhaps? Or maybe just an
old, familiar bed?
When all is alive
with the promise of springtime,
why must some embrace darkness?
~
Darkness seems to be
the chosen ground for those who
lack a way to grow within.