Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Soft hues of the salt lamp

Evening falls 
and the day departs.

My room glows
in the soft pink light.

It's the warmth and glow
we leave behind. 

As our day departs
our light recedes. 

Enjoy each light of the day
Each dark of the night.  

The morning comes,
It will come again. 

Like a new bud on the tree.
A life is born.