the fog gathers, nesting
over the deep quiet glen
dialing down sunlight
damping every sound
in this gloam my supple soul
nestles in, gives up control
and ceases struggle to be good,
or important, or subtle
and she feels the fog like still joy.
if you wish to care for the soul
you must decide it matters
more than human life
and simply know…still
Charissa's Grace Notes 
Hi there! I just came across this post of yours and your blog in general and I couldn’t help but comment and tell you how much I love this! Keep up the great work, I am going to follow you so I can keep up with all your new posts!
Thank you soo very much for your kind words!
Aww you are so welcome your blog is great! I can’t wait to read more (:
A couple of possible helps: you can jump around chronologically if you use the calendar at the footer of the blog, and you can also get to “just poetry” using the button at the top
Thanks so much I will have a look! Do you have Twitter or Instagram? I just made accounts and would love to follow you!
I do have twitter, but it is just whatever I post on FB and this blog. It automatically tweets it.
Instagram was a choice saying no…
I think it is on the RH side of the front page of Grace Notes
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