The day is done her shift is over she treads the path in the edge of twilight she lets fall her mask unburdens her load finds herself - bare, unadorned, light - like a dandelion seed she soars towards the love of her soul. ****** Linking with DVERSE POETS PUB's Quadrille #172 - "Shift"
5 thoughts on “GOING HOME”
You really captured that feeling of letting go of the day’s weight, returning home, unburdened. Love it.
Light and beautiful as a dandelion seed. Beautiful poem Imelda.