under the breath
and soft cursing
“Where is that water coming from?”
*** Our friend, Pete, is installing a dishwasher for us today. I am lending quiet presence and moral support! The photo is Pete in a happier mood, playing guitar and singing.
dawn streaks the sky
with shocking pink and deep purple
decorating the icy cove
with newly born color
the gravel bar stretches
to the receding waters edge
tiny white shells grace the shoreline
angels wings left behind
“For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” Wendell Berry
Small delights of domesticity:
pot of chicken soup on the stove,
saw horses set up in the middle of the kitchen,
paint & brushes on the floor
new wooden doors painted samovar silver
Farewell to yesterdays sapphire skies, today dawned to the gray veil of rain.
rain, cold and misty,
veils the morning
with pale gray clouds
and silver music
Bright Saturday morning,
we wake to robinsong
and the cove drenched in sunlight.
We delight in the clear cold air,
after a fog filled November and December,
January has become sapphire and crystalline –
a jewel of morning, afternoon and evening-
a treasure worthy of kings.