Woke to the light on;
glasses and book on the floor.
Slept deep through the night.
This day for reading
not just a page at a time,
but whole chapter bites.
Another cup, coffee:
I hold you dear, in my hands
and feel inner warmth.
Woke to the light on;
glasses and book on the floor.
Slept deep through the night.
This day for reading
not just a page at a time,
but whole chapter bites.
Another cup, coffee:
I hold you dear, in my hands
and feel inner warmth.
We could learn a lot from crayons: some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names, and all are different colors…but they all exist very nicely in the same box.