In your garden
God’s light
and soft wind
kiss the flowers
and sweet scent
rewards the patient soul
The Lair is a garden of sorts, wherein poetry blossoms forth, and writers, readers, and lurkers sample the bounty of the harvest tilled in grace.
Thank you ‘feather for opening this garden for us to wander and inbibe.
Oh how nice of you. Your poetry is one of the reasons people come here.
The Lair is beautiful, it is a quiet place until the goofy hostess mispells good! ;)
Nice to see you in the mornings these days. How goes the plan for you?