:: in a joy which illumines ::
" Her home was always witch-tales and words, stories into which she could escape... it was the soft quiet of the stacks and the scratch...
:: in a joy which illumines ::
:: seeking ::
:: on heavenly wings ::
:: softly... ::
:: life, lately... ::
:: June days... ::
:: with wonder in her eyes ::
:: begin the song... ::
:: a mind settled & satisfied ::
:: I love to sit in silence ::
:: shaping our very essence... ::
:: the awakening hour ::
:: to restore & hush... ::
:: a little world of one's own ::
:: into the quiet... ::
:: May days... ::
:: life, lately... ::
:: a reaching forth ::
:: rooted ::
:: resting ::
nestled in quietude