A supple willingness to just embrace the day
with yesterday long gone –
shed off like locust skin
in tune with now: so simply
just let in.
Breadcrumb thoughts now sprinkled in the ashy snow.
A sonorous, lazy, quiet letting go.
I have taken the liberty of adding this link to another blog that I follow which posted this morning a perfect accompaniment to my words.
Thank you so much 67painting. I hope you enjoy this start to the weekend as much as I am.