Worshiping the Night

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Stepping into the night

Barefoot on the screened-in porch

Gentle breezes playing softly in her hair

Lifting her gossamer cotton gown

She stands at the door…

Watching…

Waiting…

Longing…

When will this all end?

She turns counter clock wise

Three time

And

the Ritual begins.

© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie