the sycamore tree
shining after heavy rain—
the galaxy with the naked eye
Wrapped in joy, close to home
in the last autumn evenings—
Found.
Found.
Remembered.
a beautiful rose
the trail leads you
through
wassailing
to the starry skies
because they’re dark enough
to see
how much we care . . .
friends and family
wash over you.
source: National Trust magazines
pi & anne 
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