Waking early with the words
do not go back to sleep filtering in
like bits of dappled light
subtle yet kindly
persistent
soft steps through a slumbering house
resonate
as a grateful sigh
warm water and lemon while I wait on the coffee
a book
on top of a book, on top of
a book
sits patiently by the window
holding my place
husband then comes to join
read some, chat some, laugh much
then he suggests a walk
outside frosty and crisp
sidewalks clear
and for the most part, streets
just for us
this morning, this little bit of the world
speaks to me
of love, of peace, and of kindness
a brief check-in with the ‘outside’ world
speaks more of conspiracy theories, and the further
degradation of intelligent living
where all opinions have a right to be heard
and yet some
have a need to just be right
where a friend echoes my thoughts exactly
of withdrawing once again
from all the falsehoods and ugliness
stick my nose in some print
or the sky
just let you pick up your soap box
find somewhere else to peddle
the snake-oil
selfishly don’t mind a bit
being told to stay
home
stay in, stay
safe
instead, think I’ll wander through some books, and some art
listen to Mary Chapin Carpenter sing
this morning
a ‘Song from home’ and to smile just as sweetly
in the end as she does
every Sunday
look at some frosty gardens, some vintage fashions
maybe some
chickens
then tend to the laundry, do some
baking
shake a little frost
off my wings
think about where
it would be best to send out
some love
and maybe then
just a little more
light.
Be well ♥