As my war quietly settles
I still dig deep for victory
Every day can have small triumphs
Magical moments to celebrate
Perhaps in time I will dig the soil
Pant some bluebells and snowdrops –
Digging deep inside yields treasure
How lucky I still can
As my war quietly settles
I still dig deep for victory
Every day can have small triumphs
Magical moments to celebrate
Perhaps in time I will dig the soil
Pant some bluebells and snowdrops –
Digging deep inside yields treasure
How lucky I still can
To be able to garden is a true blessing, Jae. I’d go mad without it.
Thank you Lisa!
You’re welcome ❤
Survivoriffic, JR. Thanks.
Thanks Ron!
Yes, to be treasured.
thank you Rosemary
So glad to see magical moments in your quadrille, Jae, especially bluebells and snowdrops, which grow in my garden.
Thank you Kim – it is good to see flowers
You’re most welcome, Jae.
Mayve it is only when realization that war has no victors we may appreciate that settling down is the only way forward.
That is true – thank you Bjorn
Lucky indeed! It is lovely to see plants flower.
It is indeed – thank you
A quietly powerful poem of empowerment, Jae.
Thank you Jennifer
beautiful jae… i love the hope of gold threaded through your words…. like angel wings softly fluttering nearby… *sigh**
Thank you ms pie 🙂
You put it so well, Jae. There’s so much to be gained in “small triumphs” of the day, small triumphs that reveal more of our inner strength and courage.
every little step is indeed a small victory- thank you Dora
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