all you small-winged things of summer,
you flighting crickets in starred
cathedrals chanting psalms
beneath your leafy pews
all you sweet-furred creatures
gracing the sweet green shadows
under dark-limbed spruces
enchanting the August moon,
all you fragile, all you gentle
butterflied tides delighting
asters in the purple noon
all you gratefully athrive,
arise in quiet gesture –
it is joy to be alive
© Sarah Whiteley
Five years ago today, one tiny little poem marked the beginning of ebbtide. Five years! Am I celebrating? Hell yes!
I am so grateful for the countless ways in which this little space on the internet has helped me – as an emotional outlet, a sounding board, a source of writerly camaraderie, and a place to celebrate beauty. There has been a (much-needed) sort of inner awakening in my life since I began this writing journey, and so many people have touched me through this medium that I can only hope I’ve been able to do a little of the same for others. So thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for five wonderful years!
Peace,
Sarah
the small ways
you enter a room
and fill it still
in your leaving
© Sarah Whiteley
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