The lights on the tree still twinkle as I read on the sofa in the glow of the fire, feet tucked up and glass of Baileys in hand. I am holding on to the last vestiges of festivity and peace until Twelfth Night forces me to stand up, shake off last year, and move on.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
the best start to the day
Immersed in warm water, the scent of roses rising with the steam. Cup of tea at my side and book in hand.
Twenty blissful minutes.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
lichen
The lichen had multiplied since last I looked. For a moment, I felt sorry for the tree, as if the lichen, as beautiful as they are, were choking it. One glance upward told me different. The tree was dead. A spoke stuck skyward. The lichen had taken death and made it beautiful.
Monday, January 2, 2012
bird flight
a great band of birds, flying low over the trees across the field, united in their journey, bound for one destination.
most days i bless them, today i shared a hope that humankind would follow their lead.
seven years on
This rain is relentless
as I stumble over the sodden ground
to set down the plant I have brought.
to set down the plant I have brought.
Fitting weather for my birthday: it's never the same without you.
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