JS Bach's Cello Suites.
Sipping beer, putting up my feet.
Starting to write. Learning to knit.
Taking time to stop and sit
on sunny step with tea and friend.
Managing to tend
the garden. Unexpected fun.
The gentle light of winter sun.
The warmth of it upon my hair.
The hug of grandpa's velvet chair.
Watching laundry dance and flap.
Singing loud. Women's chat.
Emptying the well of tears.
Ten years.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Small healings
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dangling together on the web of life
ReplyDeletea wandering good feeling in the form of a wee girl
a tear shed in safe company
the infinite patterns of the clouds up above
pulling faces and moving in new ways
collecting delicate pencil sharpenings
reggae music
the colour of things
people who can write it down
lying on a trampoline
ReplyDeletewith the sun dancing beyond your eyelids
riding a bike into wind
a hot shower on a sore back
stirring tea and watching the spoon
hearing the clink clink clink
into steam