Monday, 26 January 2015

When love lives with us





The snow on the tops of the hills

looked so pretty

yet so far away ~

He who made it,
waits where love is.

Today has a milky dreaminess to it,
my eldest son got engaged.

Such joy !

I took a walk  to the grocers and bought some
pink lady apples
smiling all the while.

Beauty soaked out of my veins.

Yesterday the light shone softly
on the hair of my beloved.

Love
lived
with
us,

all the day long.



Sunday, 18 January 2015

Alice





The days come and go

like silver fishes swimming

in a baby blue lake.

So fast.

Half of January gone.

My earrings lie silent on the night stand

beside a pile of still to be read books.

Far away I hear a dog bark.

Last night I dreamed
I was sitting under a huge oak tree
high high,
on the top of a hill.

I was laying on a red gingham blanket
and above, the sky as blue as turquoise.

I sat up ~
below I could see a valley
full of what looked
like tiny,
lego houses.

I drank wine from a small cup
and felt like Alice in Wonderland.

Rather like falling down
the rabbit hole,

into paradise

Sunday, 11 January 2015

A certain silence









Across the field of hope

the Church bell remains silent

Outside
even the wind
seems quieter than before.

With each morning
comes that falling in love again.

The endless possibilities
dreams,
hopes.

All that I love of life
the scent of the coffee pot
and the cinnamon candle
I lit earlier ~
now wafting,
upstairs.

In the dim warehouse
where memory lives
if feels as though such joy
will spill out,
through the open doors.

So much love,
and a certain silence.


There is barely enough room,
on the walls of the heart

Tuesday, 6 January 2015

January Joys






Being off work for a few days
when everyone else has returned

A cold  sun sitting low
in the cloudless sky

My knitting
and peace and quiet to do it

Watching tv shows back to back

My husband's ( slow ) return to good mental health

Signing up for a new knitting class

Velvet evenings
and laced edged mornings

Leaning into the half light of each day
loving the wisdom that I sometimes feel
in my fingers when I write

All these,
January Joys.

How sweet they are.

Sunday, 4 January 2015

His eye is on the sparrow

For today.

For anyone who needs it.

His eye is on the sparrow. 

Friday, 2 January 2015

Take this day



I'm lying here

and it's late ~

oh so late.

I'm looking out the attic window
at a moon that's as bright
as a yellow button.

Someone told me once,
that Japanese people think there is
a rabbit on the moon.

Tonight,
I can see it.

Christmas.
Past.

All those December days
that came with such stealth
and then left.

Like a whisper in the trees.

Our twinkle lights still blink out
their little messages of hope
into the dark days.

On my player,
The little Drummer Boy.

Because I can't let Christmas go.
Even though it's January 2nd.

Take this day.
Keep it in your heart.

Forever.


( Tilt your head to the right, and see? The rabbit is there. :)

Sunday, 21 December 2014

The bringer of light





Houses

trees

windows

all clothed in twinkle lights.

They bring light

to chase away the darkness.

Wood stoves and real fires bringing warmth.

Padding down to the kitchen

for my early morning cup of coffee

warmed in the half light

and listening to the quiet strains

of Silent Night

wafting out of the radio.

Looking out the window

at the frost dappled grass

my heart filling with
joy,
hope.

Winter, this season of light in the darkness.

How I love Him
and
the
light
he
brought
to
this
darkened
world