Monday, April 17, 2017

Monday WRites 104

[image from google dot com]

Streets lights go out,
I swear by those invisible threads

Morning birds carry through the air;
Singing their age old choruses,

Weaving their patterns of destiny,
For earth, as her wheel spins on cue,

Her angels, traditional patterns
Must continue, in renewal, in repair.
RENEWAL © gillena cox 2017


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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Wishes for a Happy Season of Easter ❧✿❧ Welcome to Monday WRites #104 ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


Enjoy The Music


17 Apr 2016

Blog hopping with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Over // Under // Through