Winter tells the truth: no window dressing.
I see that the path I was about to take is not the way to go; the path I was refusing is where I need to answer the call.
Bare
Winter tells the truth: no window dressing.
and I see a poem.. a gift of words..
Your words are very beautiful and, as Joan says, poetic. Lovely.
Yes, what is the path we refuse and how do we walk the path that draws us forward?
I look forward to reading more of your inspiring post cards from the seasons.
Thank you for your wise sharing.