Sliver Moon
A slice of moon hangs over the night.
A sliver of golden yellow against a cobalt sky.
Its crescent shape,
corners turned upward, toward Heaven, resembles a smile.
On a cold winter eve, this shard of light guides me, brightens my journey,
leads the way home.
by Lina Rehal
A sliver of golden yellow against a cobalt sky.
Its crescent shape,
corners turned upward, toward Heaven, resembles a smile.
On a cold winter eve, this shard of light guides me, brightens my journey,
leads the way home.
by Lina Rehal
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Serving Virtual Beverages
So many friends have been visiting. I wish I could offer you a cup of coffee or tea. Guess we'll have to settle for virtual beverages here, unless you grab a cup of whatever it is you like and sit for a while and browse. My friend Hannelore, from the Boomer Women Speak forums came by today and left a comment. Thank you, and please come back. I think this is growing.
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