A winter musing…
While Winter hangs on a bleak horizon Hope is banking in the wind. Hope always and ever present. Dawn seems still far to the east…but it is coming with the Morning Star…a fine day is clung to and stretched to its utmost limit…
the present, the moment is where I choose to stay…for to gaze too far ahead is to surely bring this moment, this present to an end…
Jill Autrey Dorman 