from a recent outing
Saturday, January 19, 2013
even as the old year ebbs into sleep
and the new year dawns promisingly
i’m readying to say another goodbye
to our dear house
so many memories are moving gently around my heart…
waking up to mornings blushed in sunlight.
the house, across ours, i fictively called green gables
washed, wet and misted in rain
the patch of sky where i watched the stars blossom each evening.
birds swinging on cable wires.
the playful wind making love to our curtains.
our neighbor’s christmas trees
framed like a piece of nature’s art outside our window
taking little night walks
under the shadow of trees
and the soft glow of lampposts
the everyday gift of fresh flowers and ferns
and the sacred ritual of arranging them in jars
the naked white floor.
many [measureless] moments of happiness and a few silent tears.
the kind loving soul of this house. dearest house.