The morning’s light climbed with such a particular hue that
No rose-colored glasses were necessary that day.
In the afternoon the whooshing sound of the blackbirds echoed
a sweet song of comfort as they leafed in unison from one golden birch,
to the next…
And in the pine scented evening, with only ghosts to keep one company
a shower of ladybugs was a most unexpected elation!
Pen and Ink and thought by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014 ~