The Glimpse

Must have been the heat –
lazy August sun reaching
through Willow sway –
or maybe the laughter
bubbling up from brook –

had me so ensorcelled
I swear I saw the veil slip,
beheld faery beings –
a second of enchantment
then gone…

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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