Galen WardenJul 23, 20201 min readSpring RainSix hours.The balm of rest A salve on my brittle, tired mind. A lullaby patters on my windowTiny dancers relay Spring’s promises in Morse Code. Rest opens up This day to meHope nestled in the hope of spring.
Six hours.The balm of rest A salve on my brittle, tired mind. A lullaby patters on my windowTiny dancers relay Spring’s promises in Morse Code. Rest opens up This day to meHope nestled in the hope of spring.