Sanctuary January 8, 2018 / Michael J. Cunningham Peering through frost and cold, The trees obscure the sanctuary, Removing my noticing. Then, suddenly, it appears, Green amongst the monochrome. Beckoning me home. Rate this:Share with others Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related