Cashmere Comforter November 2, 2011 By Sandra Heska King Gray billows of cashmere spun by sacred hands whipped cream piled soft heaven’s comforter. A simple response to a T.S. Poetry Press call for cashmere poems. Photo taken from an airplane. Share this:EmailPrintFacebookTwitterPinterest
Ya know, sometimes I get just a little bit weirded out by the similarities between us. I took pictures of clouds out the plane window between Tennessee and Texas. But…I generally don’t even attempt poetry. And this is perfect. Thank you!
I took this somewhere between Michigan and St. Louis. 🙂
I a bit weirded out, too. 🙂
“spun by sacred hands”
Just beautiful, Sandy!
Thank you, my friend.
S. Etole says
Sinking into the softness of your words.
Duane Scott says
I never know what to do Sandra, when I take something from your site and put it on mine. If I tell you, it sounds like I’m letting you know, “Hey, I did a good thing.”
But I feel like I SHOULD tell you so you can go over there and see the comment I always post with them. 🙂
So you tell me.
Tell you? Or let it be a surprise?
I just loved this post!
Thanks, Duane! I love to know–it’s a great encouragement. 🙂
Cecilia Marie Pulliam says
You have hit all the comfort zones. Beautifully done! I am at once hungry, sleepy and wrapped in His comfort. Which all equals a happy soul.