The Color of Wendy

April 12, 2020

When I think of a time in my life, I see colors.

The color of summer hay,

cut and lain drying in fields.

A breeze lifts and swirls the straw,

laying it gently back down.

An earthly firm, calm, calming presence.

Her realness, a fresh breath of hope.

Acceptance, forgiveness, renewal.

Her strength strengthens me.

A Touchstone.