Posted in Silent Sunday

Silent Sunday

2015-06-28 18.55.35


Caretaker of lads and cats. No lady, but all woman. RPGamer. Avid reader. Writing my first book, squeezing in time during busy days. And nights if needed. Because I'd love to introduce you to the wonderful people who are living in my mind.

4 thoughts on “Silent Sunday

  1. Old Houses
    Year after year after year
    I have come to love slowly
    how old houses hold themselves—

    before November’s drizzled rain
    or the refreshing light of June—
    as if they have all come to agree
    that, in time, the days are no longer
    a matter of suffering or rejoicing.

    I have come to love
    how they take on the color of rain or sun
    as they go on keeping their vigil
    without need of a sign, awaiting nothing
    more than the birds that sing from the eaves,
    the seizing cold that sounds the rafters.

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