
My young daughter riding her Arabian horse.

My young daughter riding her Arabian horse.
Wrapped in fatigue Strength a million miles away Trusting in my faith Dawns tomorrow a new day Fear…
I hold a vision, from here to there Where I can see, things of memory The path lays…
the fire in the fireplace has spilled the flames crawling across the floor, the flames hungrily consuming as…
Patiently we wait through the cold. Some days better than others. The snows a blanket of white. Waiting…
Day 10, posting a day behind for the 451 Press Poets writing challenge. Yesterday’s prompt was “Let’s Welcome…