2 Jul 2011

friday joy

friday joy
is in
the
taste
of a freshly baked quiche
is the faint smell
of my mama
in her letters
is the
sight
of something
beautiful
emerging
are the
tears
of words
being
written
is the sign
of a harvest
approaching
is the
feeling
of rest
is the
blue
of a 7pm sky
sprawling

may there
be joy
to your senses
this day
too

5 comments:

  1. There's joy here too, this Friday.
    Quiet.
    Quiet joy.
    x

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  2. Blessings to you dear, far away friend.
    In your blog and your words, you're as close as ever you were.
    So beautiful a post is this!
    xx

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  3. Aw, when I was little I always slept with a scarf of my mum's under my pillow if she ever went away. When I left home she gave it to me in a wee box all wrapped up. It made me cry so much! I'm glad you have her letters to hold in your hand x x

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