Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Wakeup Call

on April 29, 2021

Fresh and gentle rain

Seeping into soil

Springtime reveille

6 responses to “Wakeup Call

  1. Dale says:

    Lovely! The reveille of springtime is always so glorious, isn`t it?

  2. Lovely Ina, this is a gentle and peaceful poem.

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