Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

L is for Let Go . . .

Morning begins with suitcases,
all is packed,
perhaps the rain would dissuade us
for an hour more
before that inevitable letting go
of everything that makes a life,
a room of books, two flowering violets,
the view overlooking pine trees
with an occasional deer,
just the right assortment of cooking pots,
a ten minute drive to those we love,
but this morning, we are leaving
this place, just a little journey,
not so far away.
One always hopes we will return
to this place, this time.


We truly are leaving this morning for a week-long journey south. Maybe my posts will be sporadic, but I hope you still celebrate Blogging from A to Z with others HERE.