Monday, September 21, 2015

A sevenling for the first day of the holidays

In the morning of this the first day:
Scissor-cold spring wind, laughter at the park,
The comfort of old friends.

Afternoon, inside, has different pleasures:
The sussuration of turning pages, the sillage of spice tea,
Chocolate chip cookies, melting-warm from the oven.

Gentled, the promise of the week stretches, like a cat on a sunny windowsill.

- Kathy, 21/9/15

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