Through the Glass of Old

You look

Through the window of old

To find

Beauty unfold.

You listen

But the story is yet untold

Of how the beauty

Was preserved as gold.

You touch

The glass so cold

That hides the stories

Of the ancient and bold.

You smell

The musty hold

Of days gone by

And memories that can’t be sold.

copyright Robyn Graham

Through the Glass of Old

Through the Glass of Old

Mums Bloom

“The mind can go in a thousand directions, but on this beautiful path, I walk in peace. With each step, the wind blows. With each step, a flower blooms.” – Thich Nhat Hanh

Our Mums finally opened this week. It was a very busy week and I’m thinking that with each step I took, a Mum bloom opened. So many of them now to adorn our yard with peaceful beauty and cheer.

A sea of Fall-orange, warmth and joy.

The mind rests in a circle of peace.