Tag: home

what the day contains

brown drifts of coffee grounds, and the tappings of the black-capped chickadee finding rhythm with the tick-ticking of spring rain on new-green locust leaves the passing hours mold the morning into the firmer lines of day, tracing the flights of fugitive birds - red hawk, … Continue reading what the day contains

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in my truest life…

at Shi Shi, Sept 2015 in my truest life, I have learned to know my own bones and to love the companionship of my own thoughts when alone and yet to appreciate still the return to home © Sarah Whiteley

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listening to the day's wakening heartbeat, the unseen thrush trilling in the still-dark before the January dawn, I can almost sense you turn in your sleep - and this is my survival: even in the act of leaving I am always coming home © Sarah … Continue reading *

sweeping up

so many of the places where we were are gone as if an unseen hand were sweeping up after us after closing after the late shadows have pushed the last shreds of day into quiet evening even then there were crickets and smells of coffee … Continue reading sweeping up

a song of home

song in silvery descent beats in sweet repeats the tug of lodestones, the clamant lure of westward-leading winding winds, I sing the binding beck of springing grove and blooming troves of heather, let the tune renew the sweet enchantments the road has written upon my … Continue reading a song of home