White Lace
After facing enormous difficulties, I moved across the country. There, I spent the next few years focusing on healing.
Listen While Reading
Dennis Johnson
Gently from the sky it falls
White lace all around
Peace to mend any soul
From Heaven to the ground
Glancing at the trees so high
Wrapped in their blanket of snow
Reminding of a better day
A lesson of love to show
Sweetly does its silence sing
Charming a heart so alone
Granting a secret wish to be free
Silencing a painful moan
How beautiful and pure it all seems
A refreshing change of pace
A day for your mind to relax
The world is a frightening place
January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
— Sara Coleridge
