Calm breezes pass through.
Leaves drift down from tall branches.
A lazy descent.
This cozy moment
fools one into believing
one can rest at ease.
Heavy rain clouds loom.
Darkness on the horizon
augurs force unleashed?
Leaves drift down from tall branches.
A lazy descent.
This cozy moment
fools one into believing
one can rest at ease.
Heavy rain clouds loom.
Darkness on the horizon
augurs force unleashed?
4 comments:
I think, as a comparison, that we're often lulled into those periods of peace. As with MS, things may be status quo at one minute, allowing us to believe all is well. Then, with a vengeance, we're reminded of its presence. We certainly typify that calm before the storm!
Muff, you understood the metaphor perfectly.
I am amidst the storm, but at least I got some rest before all hell broke loose.
Karen, sorry about the storm. As I have been in one for a while, I know much you must yearn for rest again. Good luck.
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