Evening Lullaby by Teri H Hoover
The chill of evening descends within.
Venture a breath without fire or clarity
into bitter practice of the unforgiven transgressions.
The tumult lingers,awake and giddy. I cannot hear my heart.
as the rain begins to fall.
It is good to be back- happy Sunday everyone.
The words for the Sunday Whirl are: listen, giddy, tumult, breath, venture, bitterstep, practice, within, clarity, fire, awake