Flowing warmth
washes away
the things left undone –
a fresh start to the day.
I inhale the scents
rising up in the steam.
I give thanks for each day.
As I wash my soul clean.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Flowing warmth
washes away
the things left undone –
a fresh start to the day.
I inhale the scents
rising up in the steam.
I give thanks for each day.
As I wash my soul clean.