This is My Church

Sunday morning

Sunday morning
seeps softly
tumbles gently
as early grey light.
Silver air, satin spilling
a winter ghost
exhaling
through the open net
of my bedroom curtains.
“Hush,” whispers no voice.
And I am still
awake for the second time
since rising.

Photo credit: Amelia Isabel

2 comments

  1. It feels soft and gentle. I love that frame of mind. I’m hoping to stay where you’ve brought me. Thank you for sharing your creativity through picture and word for others to travel to places they may not have thought of.

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