Sunday 11 October 2015

This deep love





Someone,

somewhere,

must be praying

it's Sunday
and

I know people pray everyday
but today
I imagine,
more.

All week
the Autumn sunshine
and scrunching through
the fallen leaves.

Pumpkin spiced lattes
and dreams of new things.

Yesterday was as clear
as a bell
and I loved the day
it was filled with laughter
and good books.

My mind is taking a merry
dance down memory lane
back to the land of
Cornwall
where blackberries grew
like ripe caviar against
the green hedge.

This deep love
of Sundays

it never leaves



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