Honeysuckle

It climbs slowly,

creeping secretly in the midnight hours,

raspberry and custard flowers so sweetly scented,

Greek days of long ago,

a Honda 50, a blue rowing boat,

and joyful, flickering images

that stroke my soul

tenderly

a Grandmother's hand stroking

my soul rising to the touch.

I remember to cling

like the honeysuckle.

Light, luck and blessings

Dear friends, first and foremost thank you so very much to all those who have sent me such sweet and thoughtful little messages over the past few months, they truly made me smile and kept my spirits up, thank you from the bottom of my heart to all of you... and I also want to let you know that I hope to return to blogging, in a small way, very soon. May I take this opportunity to wish you all light, good luck and many blessings in this new year. Stay well, stay close to family and friends, stay safe and stay strong and ever hopeful. With much love, AKR. XX