I'm in one of those moods...(just a mood actually. Nothing defined).
Every once in awhile the mood will strike me where I find comfort in allowing my thoughts to float, guide, drift, and sometimes dance, unto a place far and away.
So-- I shall begin with the first word that comes to mind,'comfort.'
Truly this is the telling feeling this eve.
Comfort comes in a thought
And in peace
But comfort comes in a small gift
Or gifts at least
A gift of a morning full of glow
The sun peek-eth over the mountain snow
From one season to the next-a breath
A blossom to grow
Comfort comes in a groove I find
May it be short and fleeting
For the time
A happy mind