Brightening
- Teresa Durran
- Sep 1, 2019
- 1 min read
My mind is robed in mist; I'm in a blank, dampened, Muted world of stillness and presence. Something approaches; I catch its scent.
I will rest here. I will wait For moonlight's enlightenment. It’s clear light will presently appear, Illuminating that which I draw near
©Teresa Durran 190817
