Nostradamus and Roses

I think I'll sit here awhile
The golden glow of the
Dying day
Pages lit with magical hues
Bringing words to life
Sunbeams dance dreamily
Across the lines
A gentle breeze slowly stirs
The scent of a hundred roses
That waft to my nose
And make me smile
Another day is done
Battles I have won
And lost
Let go
For tomorrow they will be another
Page in your story
Filed but not forgotten

One of those dreamy sort of days when I feel as if I have been busy but haven't achieved a whole lot.

Just popping to see friends for tea.

Then a long sleep til morning.

Night.

I just spoke to my beautiful talented niece. Great to talk to you darling. Have a lovely birthday party. I love you Sweetheart. XXX

Aunty Barking