(from my ‘dailywoolf’ this morning)
April 7, 1929
“I had something of the upmost importance to say, but can’t remember what.” – Virginia Woolf
This then could easily serve as my mission statement,
as I am thinking, what of this day was I wishing to tell you
about
possibly of course, it was that the toads have this morning
returned to the pond, already far too many to count
and are currently splashing and splooshing around
singing loudly their songs of love
in hopes of
attraction
or just how lovely it is to see the male cardinal
his brilliant rosy red body, in the barely budding trees
alighting just beside me
in all his
finery
the grand sight rising straight up in the sky
from the crown of the maple tree
of an aeroplane or possibly a
jet
soaring, with its vast trail of white
slicing through a gorgeous blue
ascending the heavens
above
maybe it was the light
back on the ground
that again falls in miraculously new
shine
on the angel in my garden
where she
stands
in reverent beauty
or was it just to point out
all the subtle invasions of colour
that keep popping up and
out
even after having just looked
the day before
the gently reassuring buzz
of the bees
as they stop in to touch
each scilla
by
flower
and oh yes, how gloriously warm
the sun feels
on one’s
skin
divinity in a caress
Have I told you all this before?
Hmm… might’ve been this
or maybe
it was something I had to tell you…
about
love ♥