26 Feb 2013


monday gathers around us,
we tred, tired eyes -
we lick our wounds
from broken sleep,
with porridge, earl grey,
outside a soft smattering of snow,
looks more like salt
sprinkled delicately around -
there are the memories of the mountains
captured in pen,
there are the last slices of homemade bread,
spread with butter,
there are the anniversary flowers my lover gave
tulips, freesias, geraldton wax, anemones,
there are words read like,
you will seek Me and find Me, 
when you search for Me with all your heart -

baby cheeks
delf blue,
soft white,
grey day.

1 comment:

  1. LOVE those flowers! They are so colourful and pretty!

    Loved the first picture, especially.


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