Thin, wide light.
A clean porch.
The smell of leather, books, blankets on a favorite bed.
Cold ears and warm toes.
Falling asleep.
Soup and bread, kitchens and fireplaces.
Returning.
A deep breath.
Continuous meditation.
It tickles the corners of my eyes.
A cat in a patch of sun on the livingroom floor.
A clean porch.
The smell of leather, books, blankets on a favorite bed.
Cold ears and warm toes.
Falling asleep.
Soup and bread, kitchens and fireplaces.
Returning.
A deep breath.
Continuous meditation.
It tickles the corners of my eyes.
A cat in a patch of sun on the livingroom floor.
2 comments:
Oooooh, Darlene. I love the blog redesign. Very cool. And the poem's very cool, too. You're very cool!
I want to make soup now and read a book on my bed while it (the soup) simmers.
You blog looks terrific!
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