Ablutions
You pour the water, cold over your hands.
A simple act to start your day,
washing away the dirt of the night.
Poem: Ablutions
Quarry House
Poetry, Photography and Thoughts by Tom Atkins.
Ablutions
You pour the water, cold over your hands.
A simple act to start your day,
washing away the dirt of the night.
I love the simplicity of this.
Thank you. Sometimes a few words is all that is needed.