It was a dreary dismal day
The drizzle spilled like tears down the kitchen window.
What have we become? We of so little value,
Worth not perfunctory care and consideration.
Has hope hidden itself under some far-flung rock?
I will leave no stone unturned.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for d’Verse quadrille on the subject rock.
The image was taken yesterday at Lake Windermere.
I guess it is treasures like the one on this rock that remind us that there are always moments to be valued.