practically a suitcase full of them~
lie scattered on my bedroom floor.
We have tipped into the other side of winter now,
all the lazy summer days have washed away
with the milk moon tide.
Yesterday the fragments of our lives
came together when we met
at our local seafood bar,
the rest became history between the laughing
and reminiscing.
Everyone had pink cheeks
and eyes as bright as buttons.
Today then,
a day for small, quiet things.
Roasted chicken, winter potatoes
and books for whoever wants them.
Alice moments,
all.
