Is it Colorado? Or perhaps,
post-COVID imaginings?
We had only a week or so
of Spring and now Autumn
is yielding to Winter when
Fall has only just begun.
Alas, I feel the cold in my
soul. I find myself ever so
thankful for warm p.m.s
yet the awaking 35 degrees
daunt me.
There are moments when
I fear I will never be warm
again. Piles of bedding and
comfy nightwear do not do
their job adequately.
Must I return to Mexico to
ever feel warm again?! I'm
thinking . . . perhaps 'tis my
soul to blame.
Were my soul cold, wouldn't
that mean the body follows?
Something to think about.
I must find a way to warm my
soul . . .
Pray, who will instruct me?
Who will help me find my
way . . .
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