Friday, November 2, 2018

Poem: Evening Beckons

Pearlescent white clouds softens in evening 
gentling the empath in me.
The strains, stresses and chaos of the day, forgiven, almost forgotten, 
as I breathe in the peace
transforming into honey
flowing through my veins.
Gratitude, instinctive,
before consciousness drops in.
Gratitude, recognized,

prolongs the feeling.