Life in seventeen syllables
Love the photo. We do look back from our winter of life to remembered joys and sorrows too, and sometimes make a connection with who we were.
Thank you. I love the photo, it seems so serene and yet so much depth. I think memory is the gift we are given as we grow older.
Lovely poem and picture, too!
Gayle, thank you for you kind words. I am glad you like the poem and photo.
We seem to have more memories in our winters of life.
I agree. May yours be beautiful ones.