Walking Among the Seasons|NaPoWriMo Day 29

My love and I wander along the rose path of life, sweet smelling, but also bearing possible thorns. We walk on through the full summer night. Moon shines on the ancient mountain and we hear the murmur of the river behind us. We are quiet, but slowly, a happy seed blossoms, which will grow betweenContinue reading “Walking Among the Seasons|NaPoWriMo Day 29”