Thursday, March 15

shell poem and quietness

shell poem



I have the fullness which comes from a satisfying day of cleaning out those crooked corners into which things fall and become invisible over the years. The house feels so good now. More to do tomorrow.


We planted spinach seeds this week.


A single white candle burns on the table. The cat snores.


Head-down, banjo moves my belly like a whale in an ocean swell.






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7 comments:

Ashley Moore said...

That shell is beautiful, what a gorgeous idea.

Paula said...

You've much talent x

Brit said...

happyhappy :)

Keia said...

love it.

Denise | Chez Danisse said...

Your shell poem...it's wonderful.

tinyparticlesoflight said...

I can picture this room so clearly... such beautiful words in the perfect container.

xo
cortnie

Brooke said...

Thank you, kind ladies! Such great words to read. xo