Give me a little less
with every dawn:
colour, a breath of wind,
the perfection of shadows,
till what I find, I find
because it's there,
gold in the seams of my hands
and the night light, burning.
John Burnside
best, e.
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GROWING GILLS ONE RAINY DAY AFTER ANOTHER
About Me
- ellen
- I live in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. I am a wife, mother of two, grandmother to three, and companion to two Newfoundland dogs, one feral cat and ten chickens. We have a wholesale nursery and grow many Japanese Maples. It's a good life!
3 comments:
To comment at all seems to take away from JB's perfect words. I am so happy we have discovered this shared love of poetry Ellen, so pleased that you are finding in the poetry of JB and SH the heart stopping beauty that I do x
Spectacular photo and wonderful words Ellen. Have a great weekend. We will be watching lots of people running, jumping and swimming. I feel tired out already.
beautiful photo and words : )
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