Tuesday, July 27, 2010

distance is not for the fearful




Today was lemonshine instead of sun and I hung the wash very carefully out to dry. Been polishing the mother-of-pearl, coaxing life back into the finished wood, can’t let beautiful things die in dust. These days the wind blows harder, pulling and tugging with scents from days half dreamt, half remembered. My heart pushes with it, shh shh a little longer now dear, have to still it just a little longer. Must remember to tie down the shutters when its time to leave, can’t have things knocking about while I’m gone

5 comments:

  1. lovely, very lovely. and thank you so much for voting over at my blog!
    Love, Clara

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  2. beautiful
    the words sing inside me
    xxx

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