Dedicated to those who work enthusiastically in their daily lives to make a difference for those who might not have a voice, even if it means putting themselves in the line of fire. Hate never trumps love.
"Where have you been?" I asked the fog.
"Up on the hills, with the sky."
"What were doing?" I asked.
"Nothing," it replied.
"Will you wrap yourself around me?" I asked.
"Certainly...shall I cover your head too, or just be like a blanket?" the fog asked me.
"Head too. Like a cave, I need you to be my cave today, at least for an hour," I explained.
The donkeys came over too.
And then I was warm under her white, weightless cloth.
"Thank you, Fog." I said.
"You're welcome, I'm going down to the river now, to cover the fish."
4 comments:
Thank you for this....
really enjoying your art and blog. thank you so much for sharing this.
-juliette
Lovely-:)
This is just wonderful!!! Makes me miss melancholic landscapes in autumn.
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