Sunlight Reflecting off the Wildflowers

Originally Posted: Friday, May 12, 2017

Sunlight Reflecting off the Wildflowers



When you wake up to the sunlight reflecting off the wildflowers swaying in the breeze, and the cows grazing outside your bedroom window, you know it's going to be a good day.

My fears had a slumber party in my head last night.
Perhaps I will send my fears away for just one day.
Or perhaps I will invite them to join me
to explore a field of wildflowers
or a beach
or an ancient fort on top of a mountain.
Perhaps they will pick the flowers
and frolic in the waves
or raise their heads and breathe in
the air of eternity.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2017

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