Darkness swept across my Saturday morning, so I snuggled deeply into my blankets. My little boys next to me, quietly asleep in a still peacefulness. My thoughts channeling the bleak greyness staring at me through my window. I was tired.
Rolling to my side,
Tomorrow rapped at my door
I felt Winter’s wrath.
I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!
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