“Anne stood under the willows, tasting the poignant sweetness of life when some great dread has been removed from it. The morning was a cup filled with mist and glamor. In the corner near her was a rich surprise of new-blown, crystal-dewed roses. The trills and trickles of song from the birds in the big tree above her seemed in perfect accord with her mood." anne of the island.morning:
I like the smell of morning -
that awakening feeling
rustling in your sleepy bones.
i may not be a morning person
in broad terms {i'd rather keep my
head nestled on my pillow
tangled in my dreams}
but the first rays of light
upon the world
taste like no other.
that awakening feeling
rustling in your sleepy bones.
i may not be a morning person
in broad terms {i'd rather keep my
head nestled on my pillow
tangled in my dreams}
but the first rays of light
upon the world
taste like no other.
"at noontime when the earth is bright with flaming heat falling straight down..." sappho
noontime:
I like the feeling of day.
the sun sewing its rays
into my skin, imprinting
itself. it's hot
and perhaps muggy {california
summers are not gentle
but ruthless} but to feel in
general indicates aliveness.
and it feels so good to be such.
the sun sewing its rays
into my skin, imprinting
itself. it's hot
and perhaps muggy {california
summers are not gentle
but ruthless} but to feel in
general indicates aliveness.
and it feels so good to be such.
"i often think that night is more alive and more richly colored than the day." van gogh.
eventide:
I like the sound of evening
which resonates within my heart
like no other. it is watching
the wind cool the earth
with her kisses
and hearing the spindly tendrils
of breeze weave stories through
the brambles; the sun,
flecking the crests
with gold; and the night
scintillating with innumerable
flecks of silver that strike
awe in my heart and life
in my soul.
which resonates within my heart
like no other. it is watching
the wind cool the earth
with her kisses
and hearing the spindly tendrils
of breeze weave stories through
the brambles; the sun,
flecking the crests
with gold; and the night
scintillating with innumerable
flecks of silver that strike
awe in my heart and life
in my soul.
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Wow, you write so beautifully!
ReplyDeleteI like the smell of morning -
ReplyDeletethat awakening feeling
rustling in your sleepy bones.
Oh, I love that, Grace! You are such a wonderful poetess. I love the way it rambles but falls right back into where it was. A coherent ring-- something I could never accomplish ;)
My favorite time of the day (at the moment) is eventide. When Pappaw lets me drive in the field and everything is lit up and gold. Then we go back for supper together and talk and talk.
Ach, so many good feelings.
Love you to the moon, goosey!
This is lovely. Honestly, I love every time of day. I really don't have a favorite. *smile*
ReplyDeleteHello, dear Grace! Lovely pennings as usual. I'm not sure what part of a day is my favorite - each one is inviting in its own way. Maybe between late afternoon & evening... all the in between moments that don't have their own category.
ReplyDeleteLove,
-Bess-
P.S.: Praying that you're experiencing more *winks* & less frets! God's got the map to this thing called your life, my sister! =)
Oh Grace - this is incredibly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI loved this:
'i'd rather keep my
head nestled on my pillow
tangled in my dreams'
Poignant + true - I agree with you wholeheartedly. ;)
My favourite time of day? I do love the evenings, which consist of piano practice (ahh such a perfect way to end the day) and time spent watching a good film or chatting with my sister or parents.
love you!
Acacia xxx
this is so simple and beautiful. i enjoy reading posts like this x
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so lovely, your words are gorgeous. i love your blog! xx
ReplyDeleteAaaahhhh. This is terrific. I so like that you have favorite things about different times of the day.
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