My Spirits Spoke

New good is approaching

photo by Babette Landmesser on Unsplash

I feel cool air gently blowing in my face
I close my eyes again as the cool breeze hits them.
My opened eyes had found nothing to see but enveloping fog
Sounding far off, slow soulful chanting can be heard
The smell of rosemary herb overshadows
Any other aromas that might be there
Rosemary is used for remembrance, I recall

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Writing on whatever strikes my mood, from politics to humor (or a combination of the two), to spirituality, or whatever else shows up. Retired, not in retreat.

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Anne Chisom

Anne Chisom

Writing on whatever strikes my mood, from politics to humor (or a combination of the two), to spirituality, or whatever else shows up. Retired, not in retreat.