Linger with me,
old winding streets
Rattle my bones,
gray, rain soaked cold

Cobbles and spires
denied the fires
Along the banks
my soul gives thanks

A wayward muse
forgets her ruse
Of you I dream
my sweet release

Clock Tower (the home of Big Ben), London, c.b.w.

– – –

c.b.w. 2012

25 thoughts on “Pilgramage

  1. It is so special when we get to go on a pilgrimage–or perhaps it’s that a pilgrimage calls us from our ordinary days so we realize even more the wonder of our lives.


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