Yesterdays light.
Deceivable evening, not early break.
Shine of halos surround each bloom.
Plucked from my garden.
Remind me of you.
Something magic happened yesterday.
A gallery owner came to my home, loved my paintings, took them off my walls, called someone to collect them, and tonight they are now hanging in her gallery :O
I am still pinching myself.
Yesterdays light.
Yesterdays grace.