When darkness comes
When the darkness comes,
It blocks out the light.
Hovering overhead to drown me in delight.
A cruel, damp, and soggy mess.
Pours itself into my soul.
While it gasps for air and scratches for life,
My soul sputters and spits the vile mess.
Fighting for life it takes a deep breath,
Takes hold of the darkness and strangles it to death.
Rose by Dawn Illsley
Weathered and worn,
Tired and torn.
She waits for time to end.
How can it be that she doesn’t see how time can drag and bend?
When you can’t remember your own name,
and everyone looks the same.
Wandered down the White Rock Trail this morning with my pal lulu belle. The trail runs along the Gaspereau River. This trail is centuries old, first traveled by the Mi’kmaq people. It is one of the most beautiful trails in Nova Scotia. If you ever have the opportunity to go it’s worth the trip.
Such a smart hiker, my dog totally navigated our way back to the car. Like my little GPS. But so much more adorable! Who needs cell service, bring a smart dog and leave your smart phone behind;)
Day off so I’m enjoying myself …