on days like these
like pressing my nose against the sky
to smell the crayons
to colour it in.
never carved in stone
it's all in the day to day ~
the sound of someone mowing the lawn on Sunday
aromas of our new coffee machine kicking in to life.
old and new
and fresh bread on our ancient rustic kitchen table.
Honey, dripping from a much loved spoon.
Wishing for glorious summers
days to lie on red gingham blankets
waiting for the stars to come to us.
on these days.