I love it when You speak to me…

I love it when You speak to me

in quiet things like distant hills,

like soaring birds in empty skies,

Hills near me, Madikere, where Jeff and I were married.
⚘

my restlessness cannot deny

Your quiet words

like distant green and blue

and gold,

right here, somehow somehow

on my threshold.

..

RN.

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