Transition times are in the
mist
the days of deeds on the
list
have an ebb and flow that
you do know
won’t stand a stance
but even so
you still wait for a
faithful chance
to light the candles to see
the glow
the path is lit,
the birds Spring sing
and ‘the wait and see’
has begun to begin
and this old life is
slipping away
unless a shift brings blessings
in
and Soul Love breathes on an
angels wing.
With a deep breath
you breathe it in…….
Sail away on a floating
leaf,
let the emotions flow and
heal your grief.
Let the little fish swim in
the sandy waters,
the light is on where you
belong.
(Written November 9, 2015
with Nigella Blue Love In The Mist)