shelter for broken angels
and i close my eyesdreaming of curves up aheadthe wind in my hair
cross an icy pondkissing the springs golden tips winter nods… adieu
solitude, am i at rest, here, at peace, in prayer quietly i am for the weekly photo challenge /// satisfaction
and all of the birds with their golden fur lined nest come to visit me.
you were made for me faded and jaded are we with dented fenders submitted for / a good match
we return, again and she runs ahead with her joyful abandon