Wanderer, welcome

You have found yourself deep in the weald 

My cottage windows are aglow

Inside, the fire crackles

The door is ajar

Here is where I journal life’s

A golden-colored carrier pigeon delivers my digital letters

WHERE I WEAVE MELODIC NOTES AND RELEASE THEM INTO THE WORLD

Pour some tea and sit by the fire

as I wander through the forest of my mind and explore life’s wonders.

All from my cottage in the weald.

~ Joannah