A Wendy Walks Poem

What draws me to the suncatcher colors of the changing day of sky?

What draws me to the diamond bling of the freshly fallen snow?

Why do I delight in pine trees with their ornaments of cone?

What draws me is my wonder of the mysteries that they hold.

Wendy

27 thoughts on “A Wendy Walks Poem

    1. The biggest change for me was going deaf and learning to cope with the loss. Then getting implants and losing music. It made me really work through some grief and realize how much I had to be thankful for.
      Thank you, Dwight!
      xo

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