Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (ripples)
Candle light cuts through a haze of steam
bringing warmth and hope in the darkness.
Moisture glistens in tiny droplets
that linger momentarily before they drop.
Ripples of light wriggling in the water
weave beautiful patterns,
beckoning me to plunge into the bath.
...I am at peace.
Thursday 7th November 2019 8:36 pm