The things that I love always include some sort of shimmer:
the peak of each season
the sound of a hollow planet, as snow begins to fall
crisp, sharp, horrid, delicate words
a swarm of bees
spring rain, bare feet, a lengthy kiss
capering under a star-studded sky
lavender, hops, bitter tea
a swirling fire in the middle of the woods
and the moon,
I love most
For some reason today, I felt it was necessary to make a list.
the moon luckily stays for all seasons....
ReplyDeletei like the textures to life you run your fingers over
the stars def make a nice audience...
Sweet...great list :)
ReplyDeleteThe beauty of your writing is that you tease us into compliance despite its incongruities...the hollow planet, the horrid words, and your love affair with the moon. Some time ago I wrote a piece about the moon stealing the beauty of the stars when it was full especially as it was an interloper in our skies.
ReplyDeleteI do wish you would write more often, I need the colour of your words.
Beutiful....lovely...
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful images in your words ... loved it :-)
ReplyDeleteloved it...cheers
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