
Periwinkle: I think this is a mature color — it hints of the courage and nobility of purple and rests in the tranquility and trueness of blue.
I tread out of the room
as lightly as possible —
it is a few minutes before
4am, and I know you need
more sleep after a long week.
The house is still — wind
is predicted to be coming,
so I enjoy the quiet
of an early morning
before the creaks and groans
of a home enduring wild
Texas winds. I sit in the same
leather chair that greets me
each morning, across is your
suede recliner swiveled a quarter
turn from the desk just as you
left it last evening, your favorite
flannel robe laid across the back,
you’ll slip it on before you kiss
me and then pad into the kitchen
to make your coffee. I wait
for the routine of our periwinkle
dawn, a sweet blessing
of our maturing love , enduring
like a faithful flower opening
to greet the new day’s sun.
—C.L. Fisher, February 2021
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Oh my gosh. That is so beautiful it made me tear up a bit. ❤
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So glad to share with you, my kindred friend. I always resonate with your images and words, and I am humbled that you feel the same. What blessings!
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Blessed indeed to have connected. You make social media worth it, when we are able to find those special few. ❤
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Yes!!!!
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Reblogged this on Laura Denise and commented:
Just sharing a poem from a sister soul…
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