Never underestimate strength. On the edge of darkness, between a sliver of light, one bird breaks dawn. Let it teach you to listen.
~birdsong
Category: words
She was comfort. A sugar cinnamon woman, a taste lingering on his tongue, a reminder of the past. He closed his eyes and saw a kitchen, a woman, and sweet rolls in autumn.
We can launch a rocket yet we can not recognize the one true love in a life.
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Only
“Tell me,
What do you want?”
Shall I give you eyes to see?
Gentle moments that follow one another like pearls slipping off string.
The essence of crushed rose after dusty rain
Dusty oils
Honey served on a silver spoon?
Only rubbed back essentials, darling
Only your patina soul.
~Anna
It takes patience to procure the perfect cup of coffee beginning with the French beans to the water’s roll. Next, is the slow pour over and finally, the decisive press.
Take pleasure in the art. It’ s a ritual allowing time to be.
Rain hits the pavement. Leaves dance in the wind. Somewhere, in the distance, a door slams. A wind chime rustles. A baby cries.
I am still. Peace waits within sips of strong coffee.
The first taste is always too hot. The last, too cold. There is a moment between these two extremes, the sacred space of seeded memories, whispered prayers, the spot where lovers meet.
You say, “Come to me.”
We are in Paris. You take my hand and lead me to shelter, far from the storm.
The Art of Coffee In The Rain
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Life Lessons
After rainfall, comes sunshine. Tears dry. Smiles are free. Fall down, get up. Hugs help. Coffee with a friend is therapy. Dogs are loyal. Books carry you to other worlds. Roses lend elegance to any space. Money makes you more of who you already are. ‘Hope floats.’
A Mink Moment
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“Make me a cosseted pet.
Your mink moment from the Sally Ann.”
~ Annie
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The roses in my garden have toppled
Birds seek shelter within the deepest branches of the forest
Songless
Everything beautiful bows to sudden summer rain
I imagine you in your other world
Watching over me.
A star falling from an inky sky.
An acorn found in spring.
The question I can’t answer.
The forgotten song I sing.
He bought her birds and not just any type: Quail, wicker, and one from Spain.
I placed them on top a dresser in her room.
She cried.
