TAPS

‘Day is done. Gone the sun, from the lake, from the hill, from the sky.  All is well.  Safely rest.  God is nigh’ – Taps author unknown

cold wind from a blue winter sky
carries a blush of cloud puffs
curtains drawn
and a fire in the hearth
all is well

Maureen Sudlow

From the beautiful end of the day bugle call…