When winter arrives we will better know the long warm days of summer.
When winter arrives we will fall together and remember stories of times we shared a meal; shared more than a meal.
When winter arrives we will see ourselves; we will pause to look to one another.
When winter arrives we will count the seeds of spring.
We will separate the wheat from the chaff, allowing potentials and possibilities to rise high in the sky like embers seeking shelter among the stars.
When winter arrives we will, someday when winter arrives.
3 comments:
Always enjoy these, Dave. Miss you and Cheryl so much. Happy Holidays to you guys!!
Very deep, Dave. Miss you both.
Beautiful!
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