28.2.17

places to find strength

the underside of a fern, stranded with old raindrops
half a line of a poem you will never forget
the tipping point of the moon
beneath wet eyelashes
almost at the end of a sigh
leaf-littered shadows drifting down a quiet river
between fresh, sun-scented sheets
a cup of tea, made to gentle perfection
any old paragraph in your favourite book
a box of tooth fairy letters and dried flowers from your childhood
inside newly warmed white socks
one soft corner of a grandmother's garden
churchyards after everyone has gone home
calm eyes that are never hurried
the moment after you blow out a candle's flame
the certainty of someone who knows what they're talking about
a freshly swept doorstep





5 comments:

  1. so, so, so deeply beautiful, thank you :)

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  2. So beautiful! Nature is indeed our solace and strength.

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  3. So so lovely. To notice and feel those simple, beautiful things

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