Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
These days....
These are the days of leaves edged with color, breath turning cloudy, more blankets at night.
These are the days of rustles when walking,
walk-to-school mornings
and feet taking flight.
1 comment:
grandma cindy
said...
Life as poetry - - I love it! Also love the picture of Unity jumping rope. She was so proud of her new skill when you guys were visiting.
1 comment:
Life as poetry - - I love it! Also love the picture of Unity jumping rope. She was so proud of her new skill when you guys were visiting.
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