Cloistered

Cloistered

I barely see you across the green meadow, feeding, lingering in morning’s silvery misty

veil and awaiting the sun’s bright clarity that brings sure revelation of up and downhill

turnings. Day’s beginning and ending remain in mystery. Cloistered in daybreak’s sheltering

haze, hidden but not hiding, you quiet your soul to rest and wait for just the next step.

©️Bonnie Saul Wilks

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Joseph Hee says:

    Thanks for sharing! Was a nice read😊

    1. Bonnie says:

      Thank you!

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