12 April 2014

addicted to still

It has a sound, a fullness.
It's heavy with sigh of tree,
and space between breaths.
It's ripe with pause between birdsong
and crash of surf. 
It's golden they say.
But no one tells us it's addictive
Angela Long

our land was beginning to show itself
black soil damp from the melting
today the snow returns
a fresh cloak
to silence spring
yet again
I will sit in the quiet of this day
asking patience and peace
to settle with the gray

Sandra Heska King - Still Saturday
seeking the stillness with Sandy



Denise said...


Lyli @3-D Lessons for Life said...

Beautiful :)

caryjo said...

As usual, love your photo and enjoy your words and your connections through the words. I never know what to expect from you, but always smile and rejoice.

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