The Solace of Small Things

When the dark winds blow and the rain

won’t stop, when a

high and steady

ground can’t be found,

I wrap myself in the solace

of small things and

take refuge there –

 in the gentle

purr of a sleeping cat, a  dog’s

   soft nudge against

my outstretched hand,

a child’s laugh.

                                                                JDG

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